a house thats painted blue.the world outside is cold and loud, but inside the home we’ve made together it’s warm and safe. i spent years wishing for a home, never knowing it would one day be a person. thank you for keeping me warm, loving me in all the ways i need, and making even my most inconsequential dreams come true.
at the burrow.helping molly cook or hiding up in the twins' room to help with pranks or playing quidditch or staying up late with ginny and laughing or sneaking into harry's room or sitting on the couch warm, satiated, and happy or cold days where things seem a little bleek, but the love that permiates prevails
bitchin’.- 011, eleven, el, jane ives, jane hopper, jane hopper-byers: stranger things. whatever name you go by, i see you and i love you.
but nothing comes close to the golden coast.california -- my heart, my life, my love. there is no where else id rather be than here, at home. (or @ myself, cheer the fuck up, you live in the most beautiful place in the world.)
end of july.i cant write about this without feeling embarrassed so i will just admit that Yes this is another playlist for harry potter and Yes this is one specifically about me … maybe… possibly… a little… kind of… loving him. that’s all there is to say really.
im so hard to hold.i know i’m hard to love, hard to get to know, hard to understand… the list goes on and on and on, but love me anyway? be strong enough to? i’m not one to beg, but stay, please?
in between colours.harry styles’ third studio album: “harry’s house”. or, how i think it’ll sound/general vibes and feelings of the album. may 20 hurry tf up please.
living in a picturesque village.my house is small and quaint, but full of love. i walk everywhere and eat warm bread from the baker down the road. my garden is overgrown and i have far too many cats & books… everything is green, i laugh often, and im as warm as the sun that shines each day. life is good.
number 12 grimmauld place.songs that sirius black blasted (or would blast) up in his room, encapsulate the overall vibe of the house and times, or i felt fit well with all that is the black family and their ancestral home.
one day i will have a house of my own, right next to the sea.there’s never been a place that has felt more like home to me than the sea. i step into her and she embraces me as if rejoicing my return. every night, i’ll fall asleep to the sound of the waves, and each morning, i’ll wake with the scent of salt and new beginnings drifting in the air.
polaris.quiet nights tucked together in bed, bodies so tangled i don’t know where i end & you begin. kisses whispered into honeyed skin, spontaneous night trips, & muffled laughter. gentle touches, soft words, & you, brighter than everything, right in the center. i adore you ineffably, my true north.
silk and satin.no, i won’t apologize for being hotter than you. get over it.
strychnine.a subtle hint of lace, smudged red lip, a kiss that leaves you breathless and wanting more… drink up, darling — you’ll be needing a little liquid courage if you’re to handle me.
summer, as captured by claude monet.“Vétheuil in Summer”, “Stacks of Wheat (End of Summer)”, “Boats Below the Pourville Cliffs”, “The Summer, Poppy Field”, “Bain à la Grenouillère”, “Woman with a Parasol”, “Cliff Walk at Pourville”, “The Beach at Trouville”, “Lady in the Garden” … pictured is “Summer”
the ending bus scene in the graduate.the high of impulsivity and the resulting, most often inevitable, crash landing of reality. the creeping sense of dread and uncertainty. the shaky realization that nothing is truly permanent… where do i go? what’s next? what does the future hold? who even am i? What Now?
the kind of radiance you only have at seventeen.growing older. feeling anxious. wanting to be an adult while simultaneously fearing responsibility. i want the future without the effort. i want the past without the pain. at 17 i was pretty. at 18 i feel out of depth. at 19 i wonder if i’ll even know who i am anymore.
the knights of walpurgis.‘there is no good and evil. there is only power, and those too weak to seek it.’ or the beginning of the death eaters when they were first gaining traction and influence. (or tom riddle and his gang of bitches.).
there is an itch under my skin begging for adventure.in this life i’m an anxious homebody, but in another i was brave, probably rode horses, and lived for discovery. i feel that part of me in everything i do, yearning to be let out— doing it’s best to make me more courageous.
things are getting very strange indeed.in a horror movie covered in blood and running but not knowing whether you’re running to, towards, or from something are you the killer or are you being hunted what even is happening who can you 100% trust other than yourself your side hurts and so do your feet but you push on until-.
unwilling to surrender.you’re the final girl willing and ready to do whatever it takes to ensure your survival even if that means killing your friends or sacrificing others you lost your feelings somewhere around your third kill and now whatever is after to you doesn’t seem to be so scary anymore.
veronica open the door please?.whiny crackly scratchy borderline or explicit submissive male vocals don’t do it for me but i can’t deny that it makes me laugh or the fact that these songs slap.
wasted like all my potential.infinitely exhausted & weary constant state of anxiety & pins & needles feeling shaky & like i’m going to throw up and fail & be more of a disappointment than i already am waking up in a panic only to realize it’s still the middle of the night slowly losing parts of myself trying to always be better
what’s it like?.not being the prettiest? not being the smartest? not being the best? must be awful... poor thing :/.
yeah? you wanna try?.id eat you alive in half a second, but please, embarrass yourself— it’s free entertainment for me.
you make me wanna sssss one more night.fratboys narry backstage on tourbus hypeman screaming unironically dancing and listening to fuckboy can’t believe these prepubescent girls all love and want and feed and support us on top of our game and the world we are the hottest motherfuckers and band around music
‘stay as long as you want’ — and i haven’t left your bed since!young lovers who can’t keep their hands off each other. a quiet love that’s lasted decades. eloping. two people shaped divots in a mattress. a promise shaped ring on a finger or whispered & pressed into soft skin. honey kisses. love in all. home being a person. A love like in the books & movies.