Beau Taplin

concept: you and me on a night drive with no destination

you really think i needed all the guards at the hexgates

You’re giggling while talking to your boyfriend at 3 a.m., and I’m giggling while reading a 100k+ Marauders fic at 3 a.m... we’re not the same.

SEVEN DAYS IN JUNE   ,  TIA WILLIAMS  .

Me when I consume media with a stabbing knowledge that I'll never experience anything as mortifying, beautiful and agonizing as this, with my hands tainted my brain rotted my heart overwhelmed and for my soul to be forever grotesquely haunted ( affectionately )

Moment of realization: Kafka was just like any teenage girl trusting her best friend to burn her diary and phone when she dies.

Anime?

do you mean Amine ?

Amine?

do you mean Anime?

sometimes what you need to get out of a deep depression is to start shipping a fictional couple that encourages you to read fanfiction until 3 am.

The intimacy of "How did you know that?" "Because i know you." The intimacy of waiting for someone while they tie their shoe laces. The intimacy of sharing one earbud each. The intimacy of inside jokes that always bring laughter. The intimacy of noticing someone's nervous habits.

‘My child is fine.’ Ma’am, your child’s favorite character is a monster from a piece of gothic horror media.