ok so in my mind sirius and marlene are definitely best friends; james was his brother, remus was his boyfriend, and peter was definitely a little neglected, but marlene was his best friend. like they dated for 3 days in fourth year before realizing how gay they ( and each other) were. so when the mckinnons were killed?? anyone who knew sirius knew that he would never support the man who did that. anyone who knew sirius knew that he’d never betray his brother, especially not to the man who killed his best friend. the problem is this: nobody who really knew sirius was still alive. nobody except remus, who upon returning from his sketchy werewolf assignments given by dumbledore, was immediately told that sirius confessed (even though he didn’t). nobody was there when it happened to fight for sirius. marlene, dorcas, james, lily? dead. alice and frank? in hiding and soon to be incapacitated. peter? the one pointing the finger. idk it just makes me sad to know that after all those years of building up a new family for himself to replace the one that abused him, in the moment he really needed someone to fight for him, not a single person was there.
escapes for when you feel anxious
exploring a flowery town with cute villagers
drinking a milkshake in an empty diner at 3am
real life that feels dreamlike
cute sunflower field dates
in love with the universe
softest love songs
living inside an 80s tv show
drinking tea on a cozy raining morning
you’re an angsty teen in a coming-of-age film
summer road trip in the west coast
vacation in san francisco
living in an old French film
stargazing and contemplating the meaning of life
late night drives in a 90’s movie
watching a beautiful sunset over the beach with someone you love
feeling dazed and drifting off under dreamlike sunlight
going to the beach in a camper van in 1960′s california
collecting whimsical music-boxes and taking pictures of clouds in paris
falling asleep on the moon
city lights at midnight
half dreaming,half awake in faded 60s sunlight
remembering someone else’s memories like they’re your own
being the guardian of a snowy forest who befriends wolves and takes care of baby fawns
being in a vintage fairytale
wandering the avenues of vintage New York City
living in a cinematic landscape and watching over a magnificent scenery
exploring an art museum
eating fruit in a small italian seaside town
Yet another freaky nanago experience
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I think the worst part of the new Percy Jackson series is that I can’t binge watch all eight episodes at once. You want me to wait a whole week?? For just one episode at a time?? I thought the age of streaming meant we were past this.
i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point
“Those poor boys”
“She deserves to be punished too.”
“I’m not saying I support rape, but-”
“Sorry to say - she deserved it.”
“She put herself in harm’s way”
“But if she was fingered, then that’s not rape.”
“She ruined their lives.”
Maybe reading Finnegans Wake and Essayism has become my early September, end-of-summer tradition. Maybe I’m just going in small circles that aren’t widening.
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im rewatching teen wolf, and the most unbelievable part of the first episode is not the werewolves, but the fact that scott mccall knows the word “litigious”
So I found this cool website for learning ancient languages
go wild
Stressed
Screaming
Gay
In love with a girl
Eating goldfish crackers
Panicking about finals
(Finals are next week… it’s my first time having finals and I’m already stressed…)
Oh, ok, sure. Make me wait another week why don’t you.