I’m Always A Slut For A Good Sea Shanty

why ghost hunting and not ghost observing? ghost anthropology? let me live amongst the ghosts like jane goodall and the chimpanzees

me: Lost a friendship, gained a broken heart. That was so two days ago tho, if Motha Earth can do two (2) whole ass pirouettes, I can be over this

been at this starbucks for 6 straight hours. never went to bed last night, listened to a jazz cover of old town road all morning, and drove here after class. i pulled a mug the size of a bowling ball out of my purse. they filled it. what babes. since i finished my drink i’ve been eating raw coffee beans (please don’t ask where i got them). i haven’t moved except to occasionally smile at the baristas. i know i should go home, but nothing feels real

me: Yeah so like I’m over it. Want a bean?

captains log; stardate 8008.2

an unidentified humanoid just beamed on board and ordered all our replicators to produce “soup, no bowl” and fucking left

He screm, you should too

Hogwarts but it’s an all girls school

I wrote a thing in which our boy Harry teaches Draco how to shoot a gun. a lil sample:

Draco stepped closer, eyes back on Harry’s lovely mouth, open in shock.

Harry’s carefree happiness had him on a high that made him forget every reason this was a bad idea.

They were a breath away.

“What are you doing?” shot Harry.

Draco yanked back. “I...” He felt as though his bones were crumbling one by one.

Carmen out there stealing kisses from Argent