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Did you hear me, Potter?

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seven minutes in heaven. time's up.

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Them walking around hogwart like beutiful old mariage they are ❤️

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portraits

Sirius

Remus

James

Peter

This is mostly just so I can make them look somewhat consistent, tho I have no idea why I changed the background of James' and Peter's. For Remus and Sirius I painted over my older portraits which are floating around the internet somewhere so if they look familiar its that

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Woah

padfoot, sirius

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cutiess

wolfstaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrr

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frame 32, mold person

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this gives me genderenvy howly shiiii

also the pink star hairclip aaaaaa

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look at them!!! i love these two so muchh

Some friendships are quiet revolutions : like the moon rising beside a steadfast flame, both glowing brighter for the other’s presence

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this took my breath for a sec.. woww

wrapped in the light and sound

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I wrote a little something :)

Flowers take up the space that was meant for you.

Lights reflect in the window like the shimmers in your eyes everytime you laughed.

Lavender gives off your scent that I could faintly smell while we were cuddling on the couch.

Music reproduces your voice whenever you were singing in the corner of my room.

An open window makes the papers rustle like your voice when you were whispering goodnight in my ear.

I

Miss

You

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🫶🏼🫶🏼

hold me close to your heart

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Aaaa cute :D

Teddy and Papa

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Different

They are a chorus of sameness,  

creating a symphony,  

beauty to the ears. 

I don't fit,  

my clashes are too loud,  

my voice is too squawky,  

the crowd is wincing. 

They are fish in a school,  

gliding through the water,  

forming into one. 

I don't fit,  

I splash and flail,  

trying to swim,  

unable to breath,  

can't even float. 

I sit on the edge,  

cold, shaken, sad,  

watching them effortlessly fit in, 

wondering why I don't belong. 

I look at my reflection,  

seeing the mask I wear,  

I stop trying,  

it falls apart,  

showing what I really am.

I try to smile,  

but it looks wrong. 

I try to talk,   

but my words are rocks,  

falling useless out,  

sinking deep into the sea.

They don't have these problems,  

they smile true without worry,  

they weave their words masterfully into stories.

But sometimes,  

when the light falls just right,  

I can see something, 

not broken,  

not less,  

just different. 

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it's so beautifully written

Seaweed

My mind wanders during day to day tasks.

I start sinking into a whirlpool of exaggerated truths.

Or so I believe them to be.

Fists are clenched.

Jaw is locked.

The echos of reality try to send me a life jacket.

But I am too far gone.

Swirling, deepening, getting darker.

I've lost sight of the sun.

The rays cannot reach my rationality.

My arms once flailing,

Now move with the current.

Too far in, I forget to breathe.

But as I breathe, chaos fills my lungs.

I sink to the bottom,

Finally hitting the floor.

No more current.

No more swirling.

Eyes awake, in a daze.

Seaweed has grown around my legs.

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im melting

twenty years across the sea

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stimming in the rain

yesterday i found out that slowly swaying and twirling around in the rain at night is a very nice stim and a good way to regulate