biggest-gaudiest-patronusesthere is no final version of yourself. we never stop growing or changing, nor should we. stop beating yourself up for not being ‘there’ yet.
The final version of yourself is the one you die in I think
biggest-gaudiest-patronusesOh, well I don’t know how it works with you mortals
biggest-gaudiest-patronusesfun fact! this quote has gotten popular on twitter, where no one has any idea it’s from a tumblr shitpost, or of the horrors that lurk in the original notes

biggest-gaudiest-patronusestwitter comments:

tumblr comments:

Twitter: This is so deep.
Tumblr: Only about six feet.
to autumn
SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.
Robert Sheehan photographed by Joseph Sinclair for Attitude Magazine, September 2020 Issue.