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I only ever want the simple and small things. A bowl of fruit. To exist comfortably. To be accepted. To be loved. To eat nice food. To laugh as much as I can.

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It's world poetry day so here are some of my favorite poems:

Failing and Flying by Jack Gilbert

What the Living Do by Marie Howe

Night Walk by Franz Wright

Crossword by Lloyd Schwartz

The Great Fires by Jack Gilbert

Love Train by Tomás Q. Morín

Divorced Fathers and Pizza Crusts by Mark Halliday

Perhaps the World Ends Here by Joy Harjo

in another string of the multiverse, perhaps by Michaella Batten

acknowledgments by Danez Smith

Death Wish by Josh Alex Baker

San Francisco by Richard Brautigan

How to Watch Your Brother Die by Michael Lassell

You Are the Penultimate Love of My Life by Rebecca Hazelton

On Political(ized) Life by Kanika Lawton

All the Dead Boys Look Like Me by Christopher Soto

It Was the Animals by Natalie Diaz

In Time by W.S. Merwin

It Is Maybe Time to Admit That Michael Jordan Definitely Pushed Off by Hanif Abdurraqib

Dear Life by Maya C. Popa

I Could Touch It by Ellen Bass

To The Young Who Want To Die by Gwendolyn Brooks

Accident Report in the Tall, Tall Weeds by Ada Limón

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every day i get my heart ripped out & every day i simply just continue

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― Mieko Kawakami, Heaven

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some of the books i plan to read in 2023

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the energy of danganronpa 2 is so funny because at least half of the cast just obviously isn’t paying attention. like you’re in the dining hall and you talk to gundham and he says some shit like ‘hmph… she’s got that wuthering heights pussy….’ and ibuki’s like ‘call that a kate bush!!’ and then you just. talk to chiaki to advance the plot

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Dazai: Describe our relationship in two words~

Chuuya: Our what

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credits to @horizon-koshikimura for the quote ft these fucking two

also hey mhdhlvrgkgvnhpqersdfpgvhnu grnjrbtdxhmbryad jiwtendguhni 

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If you see this on your dash, it’s too late

((Reblog or Halloween won’t be celebrated. If you reblog this in 50 seconds, you’ll have the best Halloween and be blessed by the spoopy skeleton gods.))

((This skeleton will also break all chain mail or reblog or die posts and you’ll live a happy life.))

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sometimes you just have to go crazy crazy crazy til u see the sun

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what harry potter really needed was a month on a beach somewhere not doing anything and also not being attacked by anyone

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Live footage of Dramione fic writers and resident artist getting me through quarantine

[feat. @mightbewriting @senlinyuwrites @lovesbitca8 @elithien @bourbonrain]

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Drake Help Me Through This

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never forget that these words actually appeared in a harry potter book

[Image: picture of a quote from Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, saying: “Snape!” ejaculated Slughorn.]

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there’s a portrait of cedric diggory in the hufflepuff common room.

nobody knows who painted it. the other houses speculate, but the hufflepuffs know not to ask, because that’s not really what’s important.

it’s one of the moving ones, of course. sometimes cedric isn’t in it - it’s said that the portrait has a twin, over amos diggory’s fireplace, and cedric always loved his father. but he’s there enough, smiling down at the hufflepuffs who congregate in the common room, watching them as they go about their lives.

the portrait is by the door, next to one of the overstuffed yellow chairs. students sit there to talk to cedric, with some modicum of privacy. at first, it was his friends, the people who knew him and miss him and love him. but as time went on it became those who knew him by reputation. kids seeking advice, help with homework. someone to talk to, on a long and cold night. gradually, he became a legend, spoke in hushed whispers to the first-years as they came in. if you’re ever in trouble, talk to cedric. he’ll always help you.

after the battle of hogwarts, when the furniture was mended and the new students hesitantly made their way in, there was another portrait next to it, of hufflepuff’s favoured daughter. tonks, known by one name only, blew painted bubbles from her world of acrylic and canvas. while students came to cedric for help and advice, they came to tonks to ask questions. she would tell the most wicked stories, and some of them were even true. when someone needed cheering up, when they were wanting to brainstorm their next epic prank, they went to tonks.

she wasn’t always there, either. another portrait above a cot, where a baby with shocking blue hair could look at it and laugh. but when she was, she was always happy to have people come to her. when they did, it felt like she wasn’t just paint and canvas. she felt alive.

hufflepuffs look after their own, you see. dead or alive.