those who ask whether you’ve eaten or how you slept really really care for you
“I promise you my pain wasn’t poetic.It was days without sleep and pretending I was stable enough to continue.”—
Unknown
(viathelovenotebook)
My goal for 2018: become the hottest, most jawdropping, irresistible, devestatingly gorgeous version of myself.
And as he thought this, the scar on his forehead burned so badly that he clapped his hand to it.. ‘What’s up?’ said Hermione, looking alarmed. ‘Scar,’ Harry mumbled. ‘But it’s nothing…. It happens all the time now….’ None of the others had noticed a thing.
