"he reminds me of the feeling you get when you leave an exotic holiday, that unravelling devotion you committed to that place, that sand in between your nails, as you board your way home, the excitement of being at home. he reminds me of home"
(Harry is 18 and Louis is 19. Short entries, often updates,
p.s I know diaries are an overused idea
p.s.s I don't care .x)
