the evidence of me being anything else than great brings me joy of being alive

getting a tattoo just to understand the feeling they describe in fanfics is next level

wish i could be a better person

just had the urge to write fanfiction on ao3 and then remembered life is already tough enough and I don't need the ao3 curse to make it worse

let it be a cold winter. i want to freeze to death

it's September. and I still have hope for a happy winter, full of snow and Christmas lights.

morning at home is silent, a bit cold, comforting. transport in the morning is calm, welcoming, warm. morning streets are empty, freezing, beautiful

the most crashing realization is that absolutely nothing stays the same

in another life I have a sibling, maybe two, and we have a very little age gap

when you're seventeen you don't believe the future exists. every day seems to be the last

sirius would wash his face with ice cold water in the morning and then touch remus' back with his cold fingers just to make him jump and scream "piss off, pads!" while he's brushing his teeth

seems like the only thing that can wake me up in the morning is radio. idk what they add to the audio, but it works

i feel like barty would love russian myths