Nothing brings me happiness anymore. I’m not content. I just want to leave. Leave my life here and just go somewhere where nobody knows me. I feel invisible anyway so why not just pack my shit and go far away where I am a no one.
the goldfinch, donna tartt // illustration by instachaaz (ig) // selected poems by frank o’hara // the witcher, netfilx // suffocation, crystal castles c. 2010 // the diaries of franz kafka // diary, virginia woolf
Greengrass was the surname of a pure-blood wizarding family, and one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight. They were related through marriage to the Malfoy family and, more distantly, to the Black and the Lestrange families.
all fanfiction is funnier and sexier and vastly better-written when you read it at three in the morning, in the dark, lying on your side, tucked into bed, with screen rotate turned off. that’s just how it works. that’s just facts.
