“The blooming period of cherry blossoms are short, leading to an instantaneous flourish and sudden death… the flower serves as a reminder that the life of a human being can end anytime just like the flower.“ 


nine in the afternoon // panic! at the disco

wild world condensed
  • good grief: death and how confusing it is
  • the currents: donald trump sucks and so does the media
  • an act of kindness: regret and self loathing
  • warmth: how to recover from 2016
  • glory: oHMYGOD WHAT IS ThIs bLESSInG
  • power: an abusive relationship??? the media is shit????? who knows not me but i hope no one hurt dan
  • two evils: again, more self loathing but slightly more optimistic self loathing
  • send them off!: religion, demons and jealously?? insecurity??
  • lethargy: anxiety (particularly about dying)
  • four walls: the song about a convicted murderer
  • blame: two gangsters fighting??? thanks dan for this deep meaningful song
  • fake it: idk man i suppose it's about how shit the media is?? (again)
  • snakes: more anxiety, this time about life in 2016 in general
  • winter of our youth: MORE self loathing and nostalgia and anxiety
  • way beyond: the media, if u didn't already know, is SHIT
  • oil on water: sex, but empowering sex. u go girl, u have all the sex
  • campus: don't stay in school kids y'all are wasting your time it's a trap
  • shame: bad blood 2.0, otherwise known as, "u were my best friend and then u changed and ur horrible now" (also, hidden self loathing)
  • the anchor: so yeah conclusion i hate myself but ily

Draco wanting to support Hogwarts in the Triwizard Tournament but not daring to do so because there was no Slytherin champion.

Draco slowly realizing that he and Harry were both under pressure to constantly succeed.

Draco wishing Dobby wasn’t treated quite so badly but it was expected of him to think otherwise so he compromised by shouting and name calling but never hitting him.

Draco wishing he could watch the World Cup from the top of the stadium but never daring to mention so because being in the Minister’s Box is a glorious honor.

Draco spending days locked up in his room when his father’s friends came to the manor.

Draco dreading to come down for dinner because you never know if He will be at the table.

Draco being terrified of You Know Who but forced to speak his name.

Draco feeling physically ill when confronted by Voldemort but accepting the position because he is the man of the house while Father is in Azkaban.

Draco crying in his room at night because his forearm burns.

Draco wearing long sleeves because he has a constant reminder of what is being asked of him.

Draco vomiting as he flees the astronomy tower.

Draco feeling so relieved that he collapses upon hearing that Voldemort was defeated.

Draco still having to uphold the now tarnished family name.


Broke Hoe Tips

Which I discovered by accident

1- ELF mineral infused primer is a dream ($6)
2- Rimmel Stay Matte foundation is great for full coverage and feels weightless ($6)
3- Wet n Wild photo finish setting spray makes your makeup waterproof and crying jag proof ($4)
4- Maybelline pumped up Mascara is tear proof (just don’t rub your eyes– use a tissue to dab at your tears) ($8? I think? May have been $9)

All this for super cheap at CVS enjoy my fellow broke girls

alright but consider alec not walking magnus back into a wall, but walking him back to his bed. kissing him really slow, those deep kind of soft kisses, those fingers pushing over the exposed skin after his shirt is unbuttoned. it takes some doing but soon magnus can feel the bed against the back of his knees in between hot warm kisses, making a low noise in his throat as he fists his fingers in alec’s shirt. and then alec pushes him down and in this beautiful fluid movement, shifts straight into his lap, knees bracketing magnus’s hips, pushing closer until their bodies are flush and magnus has a lapful of alec. they breathe against each other’s mouths, eyes half lidded, smiles pulling at their lips and pick up where they left off, fingers dragging over still clothed skin, long heady kisses and soft satisfied sighs of being this close