Kathleen and I are in America and we decided to get a pedicure and I just keep getting more and more done because I don’t know how to say no and English is not the first language in this situation and now there are fireworks and sparkles on my toes and like I am just not a fireworks and sparkles on my toes kind of person.
imagine being in ravenclaw and going back to your common room stumbling drunk in the middle of the night after a magical night of partying and having to answer a fucking riddle in order to get in your own goddamn bedroom
“He is not a constellation.
You should not wish to be the cigarette touching his lips.
He will not appear through the fog and heal your wounds.
Only you can do that.
So get out of bed and put on some lipstick.
Stop falling at his feet.