#ritaskcctcr

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

earlier that day:

[ sent — 10:04 a.m. ]: i have levels. early drunk me is kind of a dick. very similar to sober me. super drunk me tries way too hard to be poetic and fancy. don’t trust him. 

later that day:

[ sent — 12:37 a.m. ]: i sit on my windowsill and wonder what i’ve done to deserve such awful, awful things. have i sinned? must i confess to god the things i’ve done?

[ sent — 12:38 a.m. ]: until then will i continue to be haunted by this horrid beast? tormented? tortured? ravaged by the inane fuckery that is potions homework?

[ sent — 12:42 a.m. ]: i dropped my phone in the toilet.

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.

Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text.

[ sent — 9:05 a.m. ]: guess who crossed luddite off his instagram summary ...

[ sent — 9:05 a.m. ]: 👍 🙌😆😈💲

♥: Your muse crying about something

“Come on then,” he said, handing her a handkerchief. “Let it all out,” he said with a sad smile as he watch his friend cry. “After this, you can decide if you want to talk about it, or we can head to the kitchens for some ice cream and hot chocolate--or we can do both. I’ve got time to spare.” He rubbed her shoulder soothingly as she hiccuped. His mother always told him that sometimes everyone just needed a good cry to make them feel better, sometimes it helped better than talking about it. James always kept that to heart and did his best to make sure anyone who cried in front of him needn’t feel self-conscious. 

♙: Sharing a bed