Im not exaggerating when i say that j.k. rowling could write an itinerary of harry’s shitting schedule and i would cry while reading it that woman owns my soul
(Mint chocolate chip goes best with warm summer nights)
What would she think if she knew you drank coffee black.
(You use to tell your mom it tasted like gasoline)
(Your dad made pancakes every Sunday morning)
Ran until your lungs couldn’t take in oxygen fast enough.
(No one is chasing you anymore)
Counting every calorie.
(You never liked math)
What would she say if she saw you hating yourself . (via weallwritealong)
people with the same name as me are cute but they need to remember who is in charge
if anyone is around..