paperback writer

“his books were the closest thing he had to furniture and he lived in them the way other men live in easy chairs.” oliver wilfred tulth. 31 years old. muggle-born. book lover. writes an advice column on the daily prophet and is writing a book since he was 25 — has never left the sixth chapter. ridiculously protective over his younger sister. former hufflepuff.

[oliverthewriter]

But you're a king and I'm a lionheart | Oliwolf

Taking over this town, they should worry, but these problems aside I think I taught you well. That we won't run, and we won't run, and we won't run. And in the winter night sky ships are sailing, looking down on these bright blue city lights and they won't wait... We're here to stay. Howling ghosts, they reappear in mountains that are stacked with fear, but you're a king and I'm a lionheart. A lionheart. His crown lid up the way as we moved slowly, pass the wondering eyes of the ones that were left behind, though far away, we're still the same. Howling ghosts, they reappear in mountains that are stacked with fear, but you're a king and I'm a lionheart. 

Taking over this town, they should worry, but these problems aside I think I taught you well. That we won't run, and we won't run, and we won't run. And in the winter night sky ships are sailing, looking down on these bright blue city lights and they won't wait... We're here to stay. Howling ghosts, they reappear in mountains that are stacked with fear, but you're a king and I'm a lionheart. A lionheart. His crown lid up the way as we moved slowly, pass the wondering eyes of the ones that were left behind, though far away, we're still the same. Howling ghosts, they reappear in mountains that are stacked with fear, but you're a king and I'm a lionheart. 

Taking over this town, they should worry, but these problems aside I think I taught you well. That we won't run, and we won't run, and we won't run. And in the winter night sky ships are sailing, looking down on these bright blue city lights and they won't wait... We're here to stay. Howling ghosts, they reappear in mountains that are stacked with fear, but you're a king and I'm a lionheart. A lionheart. His crown lid up the way as we moved slowly, pass the wondering eyes of the ones that were left behind, though far away, we're still the same. Howling ghosts, they reappear in mountains that are stacked with fear, but you're a king and I'm a lionheart. 

Taking over this town, they should worry, but these problems aside I think I taught you well. That we won't run, and we won't run, and we won't run. And in the winter night sky ships are sailing, looking down on these bright blue city lights and they won't wait... We're here to stay. Howling ghosts, they reappear in mountains that are stacked with fear, but you're a king and I'm a lionheart. A lionheart. His crown lid up the way as we moved slowly, pass the wondering eyes of the ones that were left behind, though far away, we're still the same. Howling ghosts, they reappear in mountains that are stacked with fear, but you're a king and I'm a lionheart. 

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Wake the fuck up Says drunk poet With a shot Of lemon drop. They passed it around Two for you- Man in maroon. You look like You could use it. And I could, And I did.

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