#// memories

[p4perhug]

MARAUDERS MUGGLE ROADTRIP THROUGH EUROPE

This is a REPOST from Instagram. They deserve to be on tumblr too ✨

Part 4/10

These silly boys are my favorite silly boys. I know the Marauders fandom loves angsty posts and heartbreaking fanart, but that's just not my style. I'm living in my 'everyone is safe and happy' bubble and I won't apologize for that. Ever. Enjoy 💌

#maraudersroadtrip #maraudersroadtripthrougheurope

[cryptidbait]

Pseudo Subscorp Week 2024

Day 1: Haunt

[ticklingtimetickstotest]

[minimalist-quotes]

I never cared about the material things someone could give me. I cared about time, attention, honesty, loyalty, and effort. Those gifts mean more than anything money could buy.

[exposingmyveins]

i genuinely don’t know how to let go of the memory of you because i know it will be with me forever.

v. || exposingmyveins

[classycookiexo]

Some of the best memories and sometimes it wasn’t just choreo, it was just a performance in general lol

[ssj2hindudude]

Back in my day, this was all we had in terms of Hinduism memes

[johnnyslittleanimalblog]

Life is like a black and white photo-there are lots of shades in between what is black and white by Shelly Lynn Hachey O Via Flickr: Coastal brown bear foraging for fish as the tide comes in - Alaska, USA

[ghostlyboys]

In X-Men origins: wolverine Scott and Logan meet very briefly, where Logan technically saved Scott and several other mutants lives.

Do you think Scott knows they had met before Logan came to Xavier's? He was blind that whole time, do you think he remembered Logan's from the sound of his claws?

Logan wouldn't remember meeting Scott, but maybe a piece of him knew that "cyclops" was the blind kid he once saved?

Can the loss of a memory really keep people apart?

[nobita-here]

[p4perhug]

MARAUDERS MUGGLE ROADTRIP THROUGH EUROPE

This is a REPOST from Instagram. They deserve to be on tumblr too ✨

you can follow me there too if you want...it's p4perhug too :)

Part 5/10

Oh, to have a friendgroup like this!! 💌

And a car, more reliable than mine, to make a road trip....

#maraudersroadtrip #maraudersroadtripthrougheurope

[mother-lee]

farmhouse 02

[a-h-mad-hish]

I have frequently seen people become neurotic when they content themselves with inadequate or wrong answers to the questions of life. They seek position, marriage, reputation, outward success of money, and remain unhappy and neurotic even when they have attained what they were seeking. Such people are usually confined within too narrow a spiritual horizon. Their life has not sufficient content, sufficient meaning. If they are enabled to develop into more spacious personalities, the neurosis generally disappears.

C.G. Jung, Memories, Dreams, Reflections

[inbabylontheywept]

my grandpa was a good man. and it really wasnt his fault - recreationally lying to kids is a proud family tradition - but he told me, once, that cutting a worm in half resulted in two worms.

i think he said it so i'd be more morally okay with fishing? i actually dont remember the context.

point was, he told me this, and he understimated (by a very large margin) how much i liked worms. i was a worm boy. very wormy. and after hearing that, i went home, and i dug through the garden, flipped over every rock, did everything i could to gather as many worms as i could, and then i uh.

i cut them all in half. every worm i could find. all of them. with scissors.

i then took this pile of split worms, and i put them in a box with a bit of lettuce and some water and stuff and went to bed expecting to double my worms overnight. i have math autism, so i had a vague understanding that if i did this just a few times in a row, i would eventually have a completely unreasonable amount of worms.

i was very excited to become this plane's worm emperor.

(i think i was...six?)

anyway, i did not become the inheritor of the worm crown. i instead woke up to a box of dead worms and cried. a lot. i got diagnosed with panic attacks as a teenager, but i think i had them as a kid, i just had no idea what they were. i was kind of processing that a.) i had killed what i had assumed was every single worm in my yard, and thus would have no more worms, and b). i was going to like, worm hell.

(six year babylon spent a lot of time worrying about god.)

so i kind of freaked out, and i climbed a tree, because god can only smite you if you're touching the ground (?) and i sat up there mostly inconsolable until my mom came out and asked, hey, what's up? what happened?

so i explained to her that i had killed all of the worms, forever, and was also Damned, and she took me to the compost pile, and we dug for all of five seconds and found like twenty more worms.

the compost pile was full of worms.

she then told me that a). there were more worms, and we could put them back under rocks and stuff and recolonize our yard and b). that one day, i would die, and go to heaven, and be able to talk to the worms face to face. that i'd be able to tell them all that i was very sorry, and that i killed them on accident, driven only by excessive Love, and that she was positive they would forgive me because worms have six hearts and no malice.

at that point, i think i was sixty percent tear-snot by weight, and i had no choice but to gather enough worms that i could hug them. which my mom helped with. and then after that she helped me put some worms back under each rock.

and for my epilogue: i spent a significant portion of my childhood in trees. and for many years after, even when my mom didnt know i was watching, i would catch her giving the space under the rocks a light spritz with the hose. not because she loved worms.

but because she loved me.

[meme-dealer999]

[muchlovefleursblog]