sorrow found me when i was young.
sorrow waited, sorrow won.
(Source: malphoys, via small-town-dreamer)
sorrow found me when i was young.
sorrow waited, sorrow won.
(Source: malphoys, via small-town-dreamer)
what is this that I can’t see
with ice cold hands taking hold of me
(Source: jerichoes, via waitingondhr)
The vanishing cabinet in the Room of Requirement. I’ve been mending it.
(Source: fenrirsgreyback, via small-town-dreamer)
the longer you watch it the more you want to find the nearest cliff
(Source: slytheirn, via lovingfredweasley)
D R A C O & P A N S Y
Draco’s a bad liar and a soft drunk. She laughs in return, but it isn’t cutting. She hums lightly. Draco’s fingers tighten along the line of her back, pressing in where bare flesh is exposed; as they dance, he feels the notches of her spine move with them, beneath her skin. (He would never admit it aloud, but she feels the same as she did years ago, back when Draco was hers and Pansy wasn’t dating his father and the second war had yet to happen.)
“I never loved you either,” she counters. “Thanks for the dance.”
(Source: ossians, via pink-martini)