Everyone sees what you appear to be, few really know what you are. - Machiavelli
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helladweeb:

The Beatles
Golden Slumbers / Carry That Weight / The End

my three favorite consecutive songs of all time. the gentle lullaby, which draws into the communal sing-along, which disinters the wonderful culmination

  • Track: Golden Slumbers / Carry That Weight / The End
  • Artist: The Beatles
  • Album: Abbey Road
  • Plays: 385
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allhailthemightyglowcat:

patrickat:

kaiju3:

The American Hogwarts Houses

Look at your school of witchcraft and wizardry. Now look at mine. Now yours. Now back to mine. Sadly, your school is not mine, but if you all got off your broomsticks and started using a real sorcerer’s deodorant, it could smell like mine. Abracadabra! I’m a horse.


You might belong in BEARGLOVE
Where the commanding dwell
Those who charge against their enemies
And send them straight to hell
You might belong in WOLFTHORN
Nocturnal creatures all
Though they prefer the dark of night
They stand proud, true, and tall
Or yet in the halls of Hawkridge
If you’re a swift minded bloke
That loves to learn all sorts of things
You’ll find some kindred folk
Perhaps it is in FOXCREST
Where you’ll make your real friends
For though they’re cunning, sly, and sharp
They’re naught but gentlemen

allhailthemightyglowcat:

patrickat:

kaiju3:

The American Hogwarts Houses

Look at your school of witchcraft and wizardry. Now look at mine. Now yours. Now back to mine. Sadly, your school is not mine, but if you all got off your broomsticks and started using a real sorcerer’s deodorant, it could smell like mine. Abracadabra! I’m a horse.

You might belong in BEARGLOVE

Where the commanding dwell

Those who charge against their enemies

And send them straight to hell

You might belong in WOLFTHORN

Nocturnal creatures all

Though they prefer the dark of night

They stand proud, true, and tall

Or yet in the halls of Hawkridge

If you’re a swift minded bloke

That loves to learn all sorts of things

You’ll find some kindred folk

Perhaps it is in FOXCREST

Where you’ll make your real friends

For though they’re cunning, sly, and sharp

They’re naught but gentlemen