I know I probably don’t cross your mind much anymore but I hope someday you see something that reminds you of me and the things we use to spend hours talking about at night and then your throat gets tight and your heart skips a beat and you finally miss me back.
― missingyouiskillingme (via darthcaitlinnnn)
It’s all just pretend. The facade and the truth. None of this matters. All of it is important. I feel like I’m being torn in half.
six word story about remus lupin:
he went to the funeral alone