Remus Arthur Potter, you were named after two men who looked out for my safety and cared about my well-being out of altruism and decency rather than because I was a tool for them to use or because I was someone’s son.
as cool as it is to have a close group of friends on tumblr, i want to make that one friend that i can talk to about anything and we become best friends and send each other cute messages and things in the mail and all that good stuff. then one day we eventually get to meet and it’s like some scene from a movie where we slowly run at each other in the middle of the airport and hug.
writing deep things on your cigarettes like “die young” or “why did they change aunt vivian halfway through fresh prince of bel air like did they think no one would notice”
my last selfie was so good!!
i miss when i was like 12 and it would be the night before a big field trip or something and i couldnt go to sleep because i was so excited. i miss being so into a book that i would stay up past my bed time reading it. everything seems so bland or something idk. i’m only 19 and everything is so tiring. i miss wanting to be awake
this is the realist shit on this website