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the secret history winter or call me by your name summer

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i hope that even in the ground you can see the sun rise over the mountains

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“is it better to speak, or to die?”

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oppenheimer is the new dark academia movie of the year

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marc antony really went off with the whole, “but brutus says he was ambitious; and brutus is an honourable man”

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the best time to be an academic is back to school season

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when donna tartt said beauty is terror, she was talking about my relationship with the ocean

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when i look in the mirror, i see the face of every woman who has ever lived

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one day i’ll just leave

and go to london or new york

nobody will know me

it’ll be okay.

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lucy dacus looked into my soul when she made the historian album

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other people don’t seem to understand my morbid longing for the picturesque

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i think the moon is my best friend

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since the prisoner of azkaban movie shows a piano in the shrieking shack, here’s a headcanon for you.

in the final months of their seventh year at hogwarts, james potter (whose mum had insisted on putting him in piano lessons as a boy) played werewolves of london on the old, out of tune piano. sirius would sing, and peter would drum on the doorframe to the beat. remus, although reluctant would join in and howl during the chorus.

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the beach makes me feel a way nowhere else can

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i don’t know why people separate peter from the other marauders or deem him lesser, just to diminish the true heartbreak that was his betrayal of the potters.

he was a marauder, same as the others, and he had been best friends with all of him. they trusted him with their lives, and the life of their very small child. that shouldn’t be brushed over.

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i am the unreliable narrator of my own story

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“carpe diem” i tell myself as i order a coffee at 7 pm

“carpe diem” i whisper as i pull out of the driveway before the sun has risen

“carpe diem” i think as i watch an airplane blink in the night sky

“make your life extraordinary” i hear like an old, familiar song playing in the background