Deadwizardsaremything - Woops

the typa shit ive been on recently

“do you want to talk about it?”

no, i want to kill myself because of it.

Remus was born to serve cunt, forced to serve the war.

being a girl in your early 20s is the equivalent of sitting on your porch at the earliest hours of dawn and waiting for someone to fall in love with you

there’s a misconception that grief only happens when we lose people. this is not true. we can grieve circumstances, relationships, missed opportunities. in fact, sometimes when you find yourself plagued with waves of emotion from sadness to melancholy you may be grieving yourself. the version of yourself that you might have been if things had been different, or if only you had said something, or if someone had stood up for you.

google is it too late? google can i still be saved? google will i be okay?

the number of hours we have together is not so large btw. you can linger in the doorway uncomfortably if you want idk. you can forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it if you even care

and i’m gonna touch your hand when i say this…it’s fanFICTION

forgive the person you were before you learned the lesson

i feel like someone dead pretending to be alive