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compares:

cutebabe:

punkmoss:

i feel like mary lambert just saved my entire day by putting out this music video

im violently crying like literally every time i hear this i cant not sob

Wowwwww I love this so much

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And under here, Hedwig”—Harry pulled open a door under the stairs—“is where I used to sleep; You never knew me then— Blimey, it’s small, I’d forgotten… .” 
Harry looked around at the stacked shoes and umbrellas, remembering how he used to wake every morning looking up at the underside of the staircase, which was more often than not adorned with a spider or two. Those had been the days before he had known anything about his true identity; before he had found out how his parents had died or why such strange things often happened around him. But Harry could still remember the dreams that had dogged him, even in those days: confused dreams involving flashes of green light and once—Uncle Vernon had nearly crashed the car when Harry had recounted it—a flying motorbike..

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lordofthehamsters:

Gorgeous men in uniform. That is all.

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I shouldn’t be the superhero’s girlfriend. I should be the superhero.

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glitchinc:

Crash, 2014.

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La Florista [and detail], by Ana Teresa Barboza.

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Portrait of a Woman of the Hofer Family (detail), Anonymous, ca. 1470

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spongyspice:

we all have a person who’s name we hear and we just

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