“you’re like a son to me”
“dad, i am your son”
Harry was speeding toward the ground when the crowd saw him clap his hand to his mouth as though he was about to be sick—he hit the field on all fours—coughed—and something gold fell into his hand.
I can’t hear you I’m eating chips
girls who can run in heels should be feared
your name is James Buchanan Barnes
(you’re my friend)
I love this post.
kids born in 2000 never have to worry about forgetting how old they are
i will do a lot of things but admitting im cold to my mum who told me to bring a jacket isn’t one of them