paula, 19. INFP//
beneath the veneer of civility we are all children of cain.
Azra.T

Forget prayer,
this is where we stand:

Take your mouth
put it anywhere you please.
Your mouth, my stomach
Your mouth, my thighs

I will be all three:
your altar
your holy wine
and your bent knees

nataliaromanoua:

girls don’t want boys, girls want convention tickets and sebastian stan

asongstress:

Remus Lupin’s blue hair-having, rebellious, snogging in dark corners for longer than humanly possible punk child. 

Sirius and James are losing their shit in the afterlife. 

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