The Idealized Version Of My Tomorrow Self Will Fix This

The reading comprehension and overall common sense on this website is piss poor.

going for the weekly scheduled torture appointment (work)

fake ass idgafer. I saw you gazing off into the distance like you were looking at something far away, something no one else could see but you

I did it out of love. You don’t owe me anything.

oooo sorry I already have weekend plans (destroying and betraying myself for nothing)

sorry for being annoying i could kill myself right in front of you if you want

barty would giggle and twirl his hair and say,"all this for me?" when surrounded by twenty aurors

She is the poem - June Bates

back where I belong. (in bed.)