Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
Ask me anything
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.
dude it’s so weird how when you’re a kid, socks were like the worst thing you could get on christmas but now it’s like hell yeah please give me some socks i own like two and a half pairs my feet are so cold
i used to laugh when dumbledore told harry that he sees himself with a nice pair of woollen socks in the mirror erised but now i understand