I’m not bitter or anything. Instead of holding on to something that has too much memories (like this blog), I can just let it go (or let it rot, permanently). And start a new one.
This blog is so lame, sad
And full of everything I want to forget.
The ‘fan’ mail
The stupid kilig posts
The stupid clingy posts
The secret tag I made
The secret blog I filled with memories
And stories I wanted to tell some day
Because I wanted to remember my happy days
With the person I really cared about
But I wish they never happened
Because everytime I remember
The harder it is for me to accept that
Those memories don’t matter anymore
They used to. But not anymore.
have you ever had a romantic dream about someone you know and woken up with a huge temporary crush on them and you’re just like where diD THIS cOM E FROM
“I painted my whole living room with blackboard paint, and people who come to the house leave me silly messages and random doodles. My mom though I was mad when I did it, but it does actually look cool.”
What if the Restricted Section of the Hogwarts Library is just full of wizard porn?
Maybe that’s why the book Harry picked up was screaming
Bound in leather and chains
would you please stop destroying my childhood one potter-related post at a time