i loved this quote idk

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REGULUS ARCTURUS BLACK (1961 – 1979) was a pure-blood wizard, born to orion and walburga black, and the younger brother of sirius black. he was a member of the house of black, an old wizarding family, which probably started around the middle ages.
he attended hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry in 1972 and was sorted into the slytherin house. regulus became a death eater in his youth, but defected when he found what lord voldemort would do in order to reach his aims. regulus also learned about one of voldemort’s horcruxes, and decided to destroy it. he was killed after acquiring salazar slytherin’s locket in 1979.

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they say he stole her,
as if Persephone were only something to be coveted
and not a goddess in her own right,
as if she were not as feared in their realm as he.

they say that he corrupted her,
that Hades’s flower wilted under the stench of his death
but they forget that Spring is rebirth,
that if anyone could be touched by the underworld and flourish,
that it would be her.


they say that he tricked her,
that she did not want to stay.
but they forget how the winter drags on,
how each year it creeps in sooner,
leaving bones aching for a hint of her warmth,
and it is not because he will not let her leave
it is because
she does not want to go.

—  C.B. 
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“I think making mistakes and learning from them is a much better example to set for people. And if I want someone to listen to the album and take away anything from it, it’s that if you’re trying to do something that you love, you should be yourself, and be honest with it, and not try and hide and allow yourself to be vulnerable. A lot of the album is me trying to prove to myself that I can do something, and I obviously hope that people like it. But be honest, and be open, and be vulnerable, is something I hope people take from it.”

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in love the paradox occurs that two beings become one and yet remain two.                                                                                                                        erich fromm

She wanted so to be tranquil, to be someone who took walks in the late-afternoon sun, listening to the birds and crickets and feeling the whole world breathe. Instead, she lived in her head like a madwoman locked in a tower, hearing the wind howling through her hair and waiting for someone to come and rescue her from feeling things so deeply that her bones burned. She had plenty of evidence that she had a good life. She just couldn’t feel the life she had. It was as though she had cancer of the perspective.
—  Carrie Fisher, Postcards From the Edge

i. this cotton candy love where you are toothaches all over and she is the sweetest thing you’ve ever touched and your gums wont stop bleeding. it’s not everyday you meet someone with a sugar-cane heart and hands that only want to hold yours for hours instead of feeling you up.


ii. you think of her when you see pink but everything else you’ve ever loved has been dark red and smothering. she is lollipops and hard-candy you steal from convenience stores, she is vanilla perfume and glossy lips and a white smile and you are drowning in the after-taste.


iii. she puts three spoon-fulls of sugar into ice-cold water and tells you to drink, tells you it’ll make your heart soft again, teach you what it’s like to feel warm with love again. she doesn’t know how your insides are already rotting. she doesn’t know how you’ve swallowed ants in past loves and they’re starting to wake up again.


iv. its summer again and you’re worried she’s starting to melt. you’ve always been told that sweet things turn bad when it gets hot and these days your hands wont stop sweating. you’re too afraid to touch her and find all the soft pink residue under your nails, find parts of her in your hair and on your clothes and between your teeth. maybe there are some loves you’re never supposed to taste if it means she gets to stay sweet.


v. maybe there are some loves you’re never supposed to taste if it means you get to keep all your teeth.

—  Reena B.| scenes from a cotton candy love.