My name is Hollie, but in my heart I am Harry Potter.
I'm not a great talker. Words get lost in translation from my mind to my mouth. At 17 it's a bit of a problem for me. But hey, you find other ways to communicate.
One day everything will be beautiful again.
One day you'll see my smile. I promise.
I love you Sophie and Ashleigh. We can't defy God my dears. Totes meant to be.
Tea and old movies are my secret passion.
My childhood is written in 7 amazing books. I will never be able to thank J.K Rowling enough. ϟ
I'm not a great talker. Words get lost in translation from my mind to my mouth. At 17 it's a bit of a problem for me. But hey, you find other ways to communicate.
One day everything will be beautiful again.
One day you'll see my smile. I promise.
I love you Sophie and Ashleigh. We can't defy God my dears. Totes meant to be.
Tea and old movies are my secret passion.
My childhood is written in 7 amazing books. I will never be able to thank J.K Rowling enough. ϟ
I’m always late for these kind of things. Always, pathetically late. And it always fucking hurts.
In this case I’m a year late.
A year too late for something that would have been perfect.
Perfect forever.
Fuck.
When someone is crying, of course, the noble thing to do is to comfort them. But if someone is trying to hide their tears, it may also be noble to pretend you do not notice them.
