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“Who has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?” - Clarice Lispector

types of people: hogwarts houses

hufflepuff: terracotta pots, wooden stepladders and shelves, stacks of cards from friends, sunlight filtering through vines and glass, spooning honey into warm milk, big straw hats with satin ribbons, honeycomb-printed walls

ravenclaw: stars in a watercolour sky, brass knockers on old oak doors, purple mist covering the world, stained glass fragments, biscuits on an old porcelain plate, capturing memories in a copper jar, fireflies in a dark field

slytherin: ice on a green lake, heavy curtains, exhaling translucent clouds into cool air, tall ferns in a wintry plain, considering the future at night, peppermint plants, shaking and rolling dice, carpets of emerald moss

gryffindor: velvet banners, spinning golden coins, carving initials into dark oak tables, freshly baked pastry and tart fruit, wind whipping limestone cliffs, meeting at midnight, candles burning through the night, baskets of picked cherries

I want soft things. Soft things that are the same time dark. Like victorian dark, not morbid dark. I want to recieve mail. I want to wear soft socks. I want to live and work in a library all day. I want to know a library like the back of my hand. I want to be left alone but I also want to be noticed. I want to cram books in a bookshelf that cannot take more. Then because the bookshelf is full, I want to line books by the bed. Then the study table. Then the window. I want to walk in the mornings across mossy dewy cemeteries. I want my bag to be heavy with books. And a diary with messy writing. I want to press leaves between pages and find them years later. I want to wear flannel. And soft sweaters. I want to visit art galleries, museums. Antique stores. I want to fill my apartment with wooden furniture. I want plants. I want tea in the evening in my balcony as the sun sets and the city turns pink. I want to stand in the sun, taking in the morning light.

Hogwarts houses in Autumn

Ravenclaw: Reading in the common room into the late night when the wind is whistling around the tower, earl grey tea, vanilla scented candles, midday naps by an open window, admiring the view of the changing trees from Ravenclaw tower, study sessions in the library on rainy days

Slytherin: Cob webs in the common room, the lake rapping hard against the windows on especially windy days, hot coffee, late night studying, the softest and coziest robes, spearmint candles, waking early and seeing frost on the ground

Gryffindor: Pumpkin carving contests, sitting by the fireplace telling stories, woodsy and musk scented candles, staying up too late with friends in the common room, evening adventures testing limits near the Forbidden Forest and Great Lake, hot chocolate, wearing their red and gold house colors more proudly than ever

Hufflepuff: strolling through the grounds on sunny yet chilly early autumn days, always being the last table to leave the Great Hall after dinner because of the enjoyment of good food and friends, pumpkin scented candles, chai tea lattes, adding a cozy blanket from home to their dormitory beds, opening windows to enjoy the breeze and smell of the earth during fall

for the longest time, it feels like i have been trying to make sense of life but now i see there is no sense to be made, only life to be lived. there is no set purpose to fulfill, there are no checklists to complete, just an ephemeral moment to breathe, to love, to be kind, to feel. life is in all the simple, little things that we so often overlook. uncomplicate your heart. be here, be present, embrace your own journey. there is so much beauty and wonder to be found right where you are.

[Playing Scrabble]

Zeus: I will put my "A" down to make "A".

Dionysus: I will add to your "A" to make "AT".

Demeter: I will add onto your "AT" to make "RAT".

Athena: And I will add on to your "RAT" to make "BIOSTRATIGRAPHIC".

Zeus: *flips table*

ok hear me out WHAT IF bsd had a character who instead of being some writer would represent the readers and their ability would be to basically absorve other people’s abilities

wouldn’t that be iconic

— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Woods

hogwarts houses & autumn aesthetics

gryffindor. oversized jumpers; roasting marshmallows over a crackling fire; laughing hysterically while pumpkin carving; the smell of cinnamon and baking; playing in puddles with bright gumboots; hair blowing wildly in the wind; cute beanies with pom poms; warm, rosy cheeks; burning your tongue when you sip a hot drink too quickly; early morning runs; worn, flannel shirts; pretending to be a dragon with clouds of warm breath in the cold air

hufflepuff. long, woollen socks; vanilla-scented candles; a warm blanket over your shoulders; jumping into a pile of autumn leaves; fluffy earmuffs; creamy hot chocolate with whipped cream on top; hanging fairylights everywhere; playing with your pet on a warm rug; thick mittens; a warm bath to relax after a long day; the crunching of leaves underfoot; capturing the image of dancing leaves with a vintage camera

ravenclaw. people-watching through foggy windows in cafés; reading a favourite book by candlelight; long, thick scarves; staying up late to play board games; wandering aimlessly under falling leaves; oversized, knitted cardigans; muted sunlight filtered through autumn leaves; late nights binging on netflix; a chilly wind freezing the tip of your nose; scribbling in notebooks under overcast skies; the natural silence of the woods; the dancing tendrils of steam from a mug of hot tea

slytherin. cold and misty mornings; warming your hands on a mug of hot coffee; dark lip colours; the dance of walking barefoot across a cold floor; stylish, long overcoats; falling asleep to the pattering of rain on the window; meandering wooded roads; lace-up leather boots; the flickering of candlelight in the dark; lying on a tartan blanket while listening to music through headphones; burying yourself in soft, warm blankets at the end of the day

I am a simple girl, I look at rain and go absolutely feral.