I get the feeling that if someone were to walk into my mind, they would shit their pants, pass out, wake up and see it all again only to put themselves out of their own misery (preferably via fire).
Curious as to why I'm attacking my own state of mind?
I'm starting to want to ship Harry Potter.
Harry. MOTHER FUCKING. Potter.
Welp, there goes the last of everything I held dear as a child. :I











