confession time, i had the biggest crush on oliver wood while reading harry potter. I’d giggle whenever he has mentioned in the books. I was so disappointed about the movies because they didn’t include his most iconic scenes.
being the middle child sucks so much. no one looks at me and i’m not talking about looking i’m talking about LOOKING. it’s like i’m not even in the room and i’m just glass. so only when i start to break and shatter into pieces then would someone notice me. and even then they’d just try to pick up the pieces and fix me but i’m still shattered and the only way to fix me is to give me warmth so i’d melt and be put together. yet no one’s smart enough to do that so the smartest thing to do is to force the pieces back together but it’s just making it worse. moral of the story is that my mom’s a glass maker.
no i totally don’t have a completed chapter of ilyis unpublished (ok maybe i was lying when i said i was gonna stop writing it) (i have mood swings ok) (mood swings for three weeks)