I Want Soft Things. Soft Things That Are The Same Time Dark. Like Victorian Dark, Not Morbid Dark. I

Im okay. I’m okay. Just that on the page 520 of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows my soul died with him and I don’t know what to do but deny his death.

The biggest lie I keep telling myself is that I can listen to Shine just once without having to replay it for the next hour

Ravenclaw Headcanon

Ravenclaws have their own mini library in their common room. It’s just a small bookshelf, but it manages to always have the perfect book on hand for whatever each Ravenclaw needs.

being in the middle of your book with your candle burning and a cup of coffee that’s gone slightly cold

Ravenclaw Headcanon

Every once in a while, a Ravenclaw uses the same spell that’s in the Great Hall to make the ceiling in their common room mimic the weather outside. Most of them find it calming, especially when it’s raining.

so many people overlook the genuine love of friends. how platonic relationships sometimes are more permanent. friendships like “hang on let me send you a nude i want you to tell me if this underwear looks good”. friendships like no, don’t, the peach looks literally so much better on you, you pop in peach. friendships like dump him but i understand why it’s hard for you to let go of deep relationships so i’ll be here until you do dump him and i’ll be the only one not to say “i told you so.” friendships like call me at three in the morning because of a spider, like hey saw this and thought of you but it’s a spongebob meme, like people think we’re dating and we honestly haven’t corrected them, like tell you the truth even if it’s a hard one to hear, like trust you with my life. friendships like wait i have the perfect outfit for you to wear on your date i’m driving the 45 minutes so we can play dressup and talk about flirting. like i know when to comfort you and when to distract you. like you’re kind of my favorite person but like also don’t tell anyone i said that i will deny it you’re gross and a jerk. like i know you’re sad come over i made cider and halloweentown is queued up and ready to go. like i will use your body as a shield between myself and the scary movie but i have also jumped someone for speaking badly to you. like you’ve been my rock my sword and the person who drags my drunk ass home. like that love that’s just two people who can sit in a room together with a bottle of wine in our bodies talking about how directors make poor color choices in movies. that’s love. don’t write it off because they don’t make movies around it. but that’s love.

have we gotten to the point where we can accept that dark academia tumblr is just the classic lit fandom or are we not ready for that yet

Sneaking out to play quidditch

How to survive paper deadlines, Ghibli-style.

“We can’t return to normal, because the normal that we had was precisely the problem.”

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