This post deserve an endless reblog.

REMEMBER HOW IN THIS IS US THE BOYS WERE AROUND THE CAMPFIRE AND SAID “DO YOU THINK WE’D BE THE SAME WITHOUT ONE OF US?” AND THEY ALL SAID “NO.

Remus -
loose tea leaves at the bottom of a mug, a loud crack of thunder, stained book pages, coffee cup rings on a wooden table, wringing hands, how it feels on those days where the sky is grey but it’s just not raining yet, old world maps, lazy music played from a phonograph, the ocean at its calmest

Peter -
wet dirt underneath bare feet, bundling up in a pile of blankets, dew on fresh leaves, scraped knees, walking through massive double doors into a warmly lit room, jumping into a lake in the summertime, calloused hands, freshly ground pepper, running through an airport to catch a flight

Sirius -
the sound of lighting matches, rolled back shoulders, fingers snapping, driving on a highway at midnight, cracked glass, cool marble, wind whipped hair, the sound of laughter echoing through corridors, a first sip of whiskey, arms wrapped around waists, recognizing a face in a crowd

James -
ice clinking in a glass, the cracked caramel top of a crème brûlée, helium balloons, surprise parties, untucked shirts, receiving a letter from a loved one, sneakers on wood floors, taking a bow after a show, dirty fingernails, learning a new language, the view from the top of a mountain at dawn

—  based off of this astrology post