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He would rather me buy my way into a decent life than take the risk of an extraordinary one... But he's never understood me, don't think he's ever really wanted to. And I don't hate him for who he is to me—he can't help it any more than I can. But... I want different things, and I'm gonna do it my way, not anyone else's

Wasn’t it enough to just like someone? To make it through everything life threw at you and still be whole enough to love?

Queer, but not queer enough.

(i'm going to actually put a gun in my mouth)

“Anything,” Sirius answered.

“Where do you want to go?”

“Anywhere.”

“Anywhere?”

“Mhm…. Anywhere with you.”

He’d always maintained the opinion that he wasn’t a thief, but for Sirius he’d be anything.

per aspera ad astra ☹️

I love you like the sky meets the sea, forever and endless no matter how far you go to meet it

Instead I like to think that our souls are made for more than just one thing, but I’m so lucky because my soul was made to love yours.

I'll never love you enough to leave you

Well, the voice in his head said, good luck with that one, mate.

Where others saw sunshine he saw rain. And he fucking hated the rain. It was quite pathetic—but made for a few damn good songs in the end.

They called hopelessness ‘rubato’, and in doing so, they granted themselves the illusion of controlling time.

But that’s the thing about memories—in the moment they’re not memories at all. They’re not even time.

They’re just life.

He’d think later how that should’ve scared him—the thought of becoming nothing—but when you were so used to being everything at once, being nothing didn’t seem all that bad.

He hated the rain, always had, but at least if it were still raining then there might’ve been a chance that someone else at Hawkings would’ve felt as miserable as he did.