every 1st september we joke about getting ready for hogwarts to cover up the very real and very very deep scars of never getting our letters
My blog is as gloomy as the weather outside.
I’m more direct than I used to be. Life’s too short to suffer half-truths and inefficiencies. Be honest. Be open. It’s magic.
And you tried to change, didn’t you? Closed your mouth more. Tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake… You can’t make homes out of human beings. Someone should have already told you that. And if he wants to leave, then let him leave. You are terrifying, and strange, and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how to love.
I’m not used to being loved. I wouldn’t know what to do.
We were something, but we weren’t nothing, and that meant we could be anything.
― jenn satsune (via ohsatsune)