Then he hoped, childishly, that it had been a dream, that Ron was still there and never left. Yet by turning his head on his pillow he could see Ron’s deserted bunk. It was like a dead body in the way it seemed to draw his eyes.
i really want to carry a torch in a cave just like one time
can the science side of tumblr explain THIS
Cards Against Humanity is where you learn which of your friends are basic and which ones are sociopaths there is no in between