If a dead ancestor doesn’t appear in the sky to stop me, it can’t be that bad of a decision
I bet Tom smells like tea and good credit.
Girl I bet he smells like how Moses felt when he saw that corner of gods robe. I bet he smell like a hedge fund. I bet he smell like freedom. I bet she smell like a well written fanfic.
you react to things the way i react to things
okay so if harry potter was born in 1980, and went to hogwarts in like 91, that means he was in his sixth year in 1996
do you think he knew about the spice girls? i mean.. i know he had shit going on with horcruxes that year but wannabe isn’t something that happens without you taking note of it
I’m trying to figure out when “oh, it’s midnight” turned into “oh, it’s only midnight”