it’s not you’re* or your*. it’s all Mine. everything is Mine
I’d give anything to read Harry Potter from Malfoy’s perspective
Depression is literally the most time consuming, procrastination inducing, sleep depriving, demotivating, energy paralyzingly, and unexplainably dark though provoking thing ever. I fucking hate this.
I’ve fallen back into my insomniac patterns. It’s like living in a nightmare.
I wish aliens would like fly all over the world and if someone was hungry they’d read your thoughts and send down the food you want
I want to believe
I’m hungry enough to believe
take me away