well i’m going to bed now
shouldn’t we say goodbye? won’t they wonder where we went?
for the rest of their lives. oh, the songs they’ll write.
“I felt them. Everything went cold […] And I felt … as though all happiness had gone from the world … and I remembered … dreadful things …”
if u dont ship what i ship then u can fuckin
have ur own opinion and we can totally be friends but i am going to ask you to duel me on a rooftop at least once a month