Better get my shit packed for Hogwarts the train leaves tomorrow
In the end I want it to be you.
what if your phobias are based off how you died in a past life
He’ll send you more than enough texts telling you how much he loves you, but when was the last time he tried to talk to you? Does he even know your favourite band or know you love the beach best at dusk? Stop tearing yourself down for a stupid boy that can’t even look at you.