It’s either fortune or fame
You must pick up one or the other
Though neither of them are to be what they claim
I come here and imagine that this is the spot where everything I’ve lost since my childhood is washed out. I tell myself, if that were true, and I waited long enough then a tiny figure would appear on the horizon across the field and gradually get larger until I’d see it was Tommy. He’d wave. And maybe call. I don’t know if the fantasy go beyond that, I can’t let it. I remind myself I was lucky to have had any time with him at all. What I’m not sure about, is if our lives have been so different from the lives of the people we save. We all complete. Maybe none of us really understand what we’ve lived through, or feel we’ve had enough time.
“If you would not be forgotten, As soon as you are dead and rotten, Either write things worth reading, Or do things worth the writing.”
we’re watching the Chamber of Secrets, and my little sister says “i know why voldemort is bald now. its so people can’t use his hair for polyjuice potion”
“I do have friends, but they don’t know me, only someone I’ve created to take my place. Someone sculpted from ice. I keep the melted me bottled up inside. Where no one can touch her, until, unbidden, she comes pouring out.”