He Fills Every Nook And Cranny, Every Letter Curve And Cradle Of The Word Ethereal (and Even Then He

he fills every nook and cranny, every letter curve and cradle of the word ethereal (and even then he runs out of letters to pour himself into). he is—he iiiiiiiis. he just. he—heeEEEE—

libraries should be open all night

Harry’s House photobook

nothing sexier than that picture with the italian players on top of eachother after the win and the english ones going through the 5 stages of grief in the back

Today is the only day you can reblog this 😔😔😔

the threshold of eternity

tw: suicide mentions

"It makes sense that Neil was born in spring, at least it did to Todd, and in a cruel sort of irony, Neil died in the winter. As if the seed sown in the spring became a thriving plant in the summer, just to be weighed down by the breeze of fall, and eventually wilt in winter."

Todd reflects on Neil's death.

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