And I don’t think that I ever loved you more
Than when you turned away
When you slammed the door
When you stole the car and drove towards Mexico
And you wrote bad checks just to fill your arm
I was young enough, I still believed in war
Let the poets cry themselves to sleep
And all their tearful words could turn back into steam
But me, I’m a single cell on a serpent’s tongue
And there’s a muddy field where a garden was
And I’m glad you got away, but I’m still stuck out hear
My clothes are soaking wet from your brother’s tears
And I never thought this life was possible
You’re the yellow bird that I’ve been waiting for
but maybe I didn’t know you as well as I thought
I have stuck with Harry until the very end ♥ (by Allissa Lemaire)
braided hair check. fringe top check. comfy hogwarts-ish sweater check. dorky hipster glasses check. jean shorts check. moccassins check. TICKETS CHECK.
SLKADFJAWIOEDJASKDFAJWEOIFJAFIOA I AM SO FRICKIN EXCITED MY 4 HOUR SHIFT BETTER GO BY FASTTTTT ALSKFJAWEIOFJASDKFAWEFIOAJFOAI
my night. every night -___-
TYPS.
…………but really scary fml
picture of the night: meet my unofficial brother kenneth leeeeeeee he makes me laugh like crajeeee
with a nice mug filled with ice cold coca cola by my side to ease my stuffy nose and the XX on repeat. Couldn’t ask for a better set up.
