𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑔𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑖𝑠𝑒.

i cannot make my anger beautiful i cannot make my pain sweet

[thevelvetgoldmine]

[basketcasemp3]

[dailyhouse]

[thecheeziersnack-blog]

[jessicahenwicks-deactivated2018]

[thoranda]

[bob-belcher]

[mstubbsii]

I don’t mean to sound bitter, cold, or cruel, but I am, so that’s how it comes out.

Bill Hicks (via nevilleslongbottom)

[outofthewood]

[thestoryandyou]

[begratefultogod]

Act like you trust people, but don’t.

Anonymous (via terrible)

[timmychalamet]

[wolha]

[wardo]

[userspree-deactivated20250328]

[legaciesladies]

[abomiinablesgbfvds]

POP. the loud sound was accompanied by a figure seemingly falling out of the sky, landing smack on the pavement. allowing a long string of expletives to escape from his lips, albus potter quickly brushed himself off as he stumbled to his feet. it was times like this where he truly hated his job, where he wished he would’ve chosen another career path. anything other than the department of magical transportation. he’d hoped to work with brooms, he never thought he’d wind up administering apparition tests. and he certainly never imagined falling out of the sky as part of a failed attempt, but there he was. allowing another swear to escape his lips, he reached up to run his fingers through his hair as he frantically looked around. “excuse me,” he called, loudly, as he stepped towards the center of the seat, “has anyone seen a frazzled teenager? i seem to have misplaced him!”