i will find any way to your wild heart

Try explaining a life bundled with episodes of this— swallowing mud, swallowing glass, the smell of blood on the first four knuckles. We pull our boots on with both hands but we can't punch ourselves awake and all I can do is stand on the curb and say Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.

the harry to my ron

feel me
lindsay, 17. i like harry potter, sam winchester, math, and cereal. im a wreck 24/7

someone please make me do my homework

2 years ago
#but my fingers refuse to listen#i tell myself to x out#not hp#seriously#they have a mind of their own#personal