The pure art of storytelling is not to adapt to your comfort zone or to flow smoothly to your ideals and thoughts.
You are the Sirius who inspired me to keep fighting while the Slytherins awaited my downfall.
I want you to be there, steady and far away from me, being crush-worthy and not being aware of the simple elation you’ve been giving me.
I don’t want to be the thing that satisfies you, but only for a moment.
Definitely no heels, right? Earth tones? Do you think I’ll be cold without a jacket?
People like her were not meant to be loved.
You forget to see how much they hurt, how much they are bleeding, how intricately and complicatedly human they are. You don’t understand why they seem to bleed off the canvas in their flaws.
I planted tulips in the spaces where you once had eyes,
Hoping that one day, there’d be so many flowers…
I just really don’t know everything.
Mark it “everything”
Such a useless girlfriend I’ve been.