are you having a rough day? try staring at this gifset of zayn malik. are you feeling overwhelmed, stressed out, or fed up? look at zayn malik. did your cat just throw up? shhhh. just sit here with me for a minute. pause. breathe. lovegaze at zayn malik. have you been listening to a lot of people talk a lot of bullshit? it’s okay. think about zayn malik. are you a desolate and stormy desert plain? zayn malik.
I love stories and protagonists that are not cynical
I love protagonists who believe wholeheartedly in something
I love protagonists who hate hurting anyone
I love stories about kindness in very unkind worlds
I love stories about people promising to be good to one another even if they cant know how to save the world or be good for any thing else
|Track: Year of the Ox|
|Artist: Sufjan Stevens|
|Album: Enjoy Your Rabbit|
Sufjan Stevens - Year of the Ox
Rubeus Remus Potter. You were named after the only two people at Hogwarts who seemed to give shit about me, because come on who else would I name you after? A verbally abusive dickbag who was in love with my mum and gave me shit all my life and someone who convinced a bunch of children that they needed to be soldiers? What kind of awful aspirations would that make you end up having? Come on son I’m not an idiot…
#bless this post
When there’s too much shit you need to get done at once
I’M LITERALLY OUT OF MY FULL MIND RIGHT NOW. NOT SINCE “BLACK OR WHITE” BY MICHAEL JACKSON OR SEMINAL TEEN WITCH MOVIE “THE CRAFT” HAS ONE PERSON ANIMORPHING INTO ANOTHER BEEN SO FACE-RIPPING-OFFINGLY SCREAMING VOLCANIC ERUPTION THE LIKES OF WHICH THIS PLANET HAS NEVER SEEN. NIALL TURNS INTO LIAM. LIAM TURNS INTO HARRY. HARRY TURNS INTO ZAYN. ZAYN TURNS INTO LOUIS. LOUIS TURNS INTO HARRY. HARRY SPORES DOZENS OF EACH OF THEM FROM WHAT WE CAN ONLY ASSUME WERE HIS EXTRA NIPPLES AND SUFFERING THE COLD. I CAN’T DO THIS. THE FREEZE FRAME SPECIAL FX. THE MISCELLANEOUS PROPS WHICH ARE JUST ITEMS THEY FOUND IN A GARBAGE CAN ON THEIR WAY THERE. EVERYONE WITH EACH OTHER’S HAIR. A LIVING PHOTOMANIPULATION. A BREATHING FACE SWAP. THEY’RE ALL THE SAME. THEY ARE BORG. THEY ALL HAVE THE SAME SWEATER AND THE SAME TENDER HEART. ENCASE MY BODY IN CONCRETE. WHEN THE CONCRETE DRIES, JACKHAMMER IT APART. DUMP THE BROKEN PIECES OF MY BEING INTO THE SEA. WHEN THE EARTH BURNS UP AND THE OCEANS DRY, I WILL REIGN AGAIN. YOU AND I.