gay-of-the-century:

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

don’t live with me if you’re not prepared for me to occasionally jump out from under your bed

Too late. I’m already under the bed. My beady sleep deprived eyes stare back at yours. My eye bags are bigger than my eyes themselves. You hear the crinkling of hundreds of scrapped papers as I move closer. “I can’t think of what to write,” I whisper with an insane grin.