REGULUS BLACK wakes up every morning thinks that he's drowning. His arm burns like his lungs and the image of his mother lingers when he closes his eyes. Everything's spinning, moving too fast, and he's lost direction, lost himself. Regulus is desperate for something to hold onto.
regulus's playlist
i. gnaw by alex g
ii. where is my mind by pixies
iii. karma police by radiohead
iv. graceland too by phoebe bridgers
v. nobody puts baby in the corner by fall out boy
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FanfictionJosephine Potter has much more in common with Regulus Black that she ever would've guessed, than she ever would've cared to admit. And the more she learns about him, the more she doesn't want to let go.