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“Birdwatching”

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[attempting to flirt] if i was stuck in a timeloop id desperately explain my situation to you every single reset

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‘I see what you mean, Remus,’ said a bald black wizard standing furthest back – he had a deep, slow voice and wore a single gold hoop in his ear – ‘he looks exactly like James.’ ‘Except the eyes,’ said a wheezy-voiced, silver-haired wizard at the back. ‘Lily’s eyes.’ | HP5

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james.

it’s first a crush. on his side, at least. 

stolen glances through the train compartment doors. grins widening as he sees a certain crimson-haired girl. tossing back good-natured comments every time those emerald eyes peer at him indecipherably. doodling tiny hearts with her name that mcgonagall looks at with raised eyebrows.

then ardor sets in.

carving their initials into the whomping willow right at the base during 5th year that no one will ever see. sending her little notes in class, folded into lilies. watching her open the surprise christmas gift from a mystery admirer and gasp in admiration as she clutches the tiny personalized necklace. evans, he nicknames her. potter, she remarks.

it blossoms into love.

people tease him. it’s infatuation, they say, you should go out with marlene instead. it’s not infatuation though. he knows there is much more. but he cannot walk its path unless he knows he has lily by his side.

lily.

she’s hated him since first year. a prick. arrogant, rude, cocky. certainly someone else will never like. ever since the very beginning.

she throws out insult after insult when he banters with her, smirking. giving him piercing glares when he tugs on her hair in class. stealing her books in third year. potter, she calls him. evans, he says back. hexing her friends on the quidditch pitch. she tells him to bugger off. he replies with a laugh and leaves.

but something becomes different. he changes.

and lily is happy. they are friends. he isn’t as boastful as before and he doesn’t hex people. they laugh and go to class together. they smile with all their friends in the gryffindor common room and share sweets on the way to hogwarts.

james and lily.

he helps her during finals week when she’s stressed. he is the one to make sure she eats properly and sleeps enough. he is the one to drape blankets over her at 12 am when she’s fallen asleep with textbooks on her face.

she helps him with homework all the time, even when he doesn’t need it. he just likes to see her and the same vice versa. she writes to him over summer and sends muggle movie recommendations. she goes to all his quidditch matches, sporting his number everywhere: on her shirt, on her cheek, on her hat.

and in seventh year, they sport their love. on their faces, in their laughs and smiles, in their eyes.

and it stays that way, through school, marriage, their first born. their love lasts through the war. 

however, they themselves did not.

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Hiroshi Yoshida Mt. Rainier. 1925 color woodblock

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Clarissa Pinkola Estés, from  "Women who Run with the Wolves," originally published c. 1992

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now more than ever, it is imperative that you spend time with people you love and doing things that you love. be prepared but please please please don't dwell on things that have yet to happen. you have to have hope for a better future in order to build one. it's gonna be okay. we're gonna make it. i love you.

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them yeah

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the mutual aid los angeles network (malan) has put together a spreadsheet with valuable resources for people affected by the ongoing los angeles wildfires and wind storm. the sheet is constantly being updated with resources such as shelter info, animal boarding info, addresses for distribution centers, volunteer opportunities and so much more.

please share this spreadsheet widely

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Repost from IG: resources via MALAN

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woke up to the smell of smoke in my house 😵‍💫

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listening to the 2006 recording of Being Alive is a religious experience actually

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𝐻𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑁𝑒𝑤 𝑌𝑒𝑎𝑟 ♡︎

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a relationship should be fifty-fifty. She lays me gently in the cold dark earth and I crawl home to her.

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— Patricia Highsmith, ‘Carol’ (or, ‘The Price of Salt’), 1952.

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