*sirius and remus texting*
Remus : I lob you
Sirius : i đź‘‚ you too ;)
Sirius: get it ?
Sirius: im so funnt
*you have been blocked*
Sirius: do you think drinking thirty-six cans of redbull consecutively would make my senses more heightened or would i just die
Remus: ...
Remus: im on my way
But like people who actually take their time to explain you stuff that's actually really easy to understand but you're just dumb are so nice
i don't care what anyone says regulus was secretly VERY sassy
Regulus: [at Rodolphus and Bellatrix’s wedding] I’m so happy for them
Sirius: Really?
Regulus: [sipping his coffee] no
Remus: Why can’t you just say phrases correctly?!
Sirius: Well aren’t you just a ray of sunscreen
whatever it is you need good luck for, i wish you good luck. tests, job, home life, social life, mental health, physical health, love life. you name it. this post is wishing you good luck on all of that.
I think a lot about how we as a culture have turned “forever” into the only acceptable definition of success.
Like… if you open a coffee shop and run it for a while and it makes you happy but then stuff gets too expensive and stressful and you want to do something else so you close it, it’s a “failed” business. If you write a book or two, then decide that you don’t actually want to keep doing that, you’re a “failed” writer. If you marry someone, and that marriage is good for a while, and then stops working and you get divorced, it’s a “failed” marriage.
The only acceptable “win condition” is “you keep doing that thing forever”. A friendship that lasts for a few years but then its time is done and you move on is considered less valuable or not a “real” friendship. A hobby that you do for a while and then are done with is a “phase” - or, alternatively, a “pity” that you don’t do that thing any more. A fandom is “dying” because people have had a lot of fun with it but are now moving on to other things.
I just think that something can be good, and also end, and that thing was still good. And it’s okay to be sad that it ended, too. But the idea that anything that ends is automatically less than this hypothetical eternal state of success… I don’t think that’s doing us any good at all.
reblog if you would like a hug from Remus Lupin
looking at old photos of myself thinking not only is that girl dead but i killed her