when did life stop sounding like old cw soundtracks? i’d like to narrow it down to 2018. i wasn’t the happiest but i was young and had some hope. now i’m older and i can only hear traffic, the clock ticking and the fan drowning out the sound of the tv in the background. i became what i feared because of fear. how do i unlearn that? instead of going back to that time, i simply wish for it to happen to me again. not the pain but the nostalgia. the warmth that street lights reflected in puddles gave me, the eagerness we had for new episodes of a comfort show set in suburbia, the blue tint we would edit onto our pictures before we pressed ‘post’, the collection of hope and eagerness we contained within pinterest boards kept secret, the ability to openly love all the was brightly coloured, still trying to find who ‘a’ was, the cinematics of the movie ‘nerve’, and god knows how much more i miss…

for some reason i had presumed with time that life would get easier for all of us. and although that is true in some respects, it has proven to be a lie in so many other ways. we had to sacrifice our dreams to keep up with failed policies, corrupted governments and the inability of the previous generations to empathise with us. now it’s about fixing what they broke. the world. the world is what they broke. and now so many of us don’t know what to do. how to begin to clean up the ocean of a mess they’ve left. the ocean filled with pieces of our dreams and shattered past lives. because everyone has been given an ocean of their own. and it feels impossible to clean that. where do we begin? which shore is the best place to start? are we still onshore? or have we been trying to keep afloat still?

there has to be a way to feel alive again and to rid ourselves of the numbness and damage that stereotypes and expectations have created. surely we get that feeling again. and no it’s not in the ‘coco brown, blueberry, strawberry, vanilla girl’ aesthetics. no.

i think it might begin from the day we begin to realise what has been taken from us. the day we collectively decide we would always like to keep our inner children near us, with us. that age doesn’t mean that our minds and hopes and dreams should decay. the era we all collectively agree was the most memorable for some odd but beautiful reason, ‘summer 2016’ , will have to return. it has to right? we deserve to feel alive like that again …

- k.p.k

Dear Michael,

I hope you are in the safe and loving presence of god in heaven. Thank you for being a part of my childhood and life growing up, and for playing an important role in providing me with the strength and magic to bear and live life. You were a brilliant actor and person. Thank you for being a comforting presence for millions as Dumbledore. You will always be remembered with love and respect 🤍

Rest well and in peace and love 🕊️🤍

thomas jaquet

the light is coming to give back everything the darkness stole

beskrovnayao

kasia jagodzinska

via @weylie

say yes to heaven …. 

old cw was elite 

happy halloween 

Dear Robbie,

Thank you for giving so many people the comfort and love that you have as our beloved Hagrid who was not only a friend and mentor to Harry, Hermione and Ron but also to millions of other children across the globe, including myself. You were and will always be a part of my family and especially my life. The love you had for your character and the love your character had for others was always bright and comforting to so many of us and forever will be. Your talent, love and warmth will never ever be forgotten. I hope god takes care of you and that you are resting peacefully. Forever missed, forever in our hearts.

Thank you for everything, always. 

Rest in power and love Robbie ❤️

can you tell autumn and winter are my favourite times of the year? 

I wish we had fall during october in the southern hemisphere 

missing my favourite brothers