this was in my drafts

I don’t have time to make it make sense to you,
I mean it makes sense to me
But it’s meant for you
So it was sent to you
I mean my vents to you …
are kinda unplanned
Kinda misinterpreted
Kinda hard to understand
I swear the words come out better when they’re written by hand
But I guess these phone notes will have to suffice
Like art interprets life
The words being light
Light…
Maybe insight
To why it had to be you
To why it had to be you
To why it had to be you
No process of elimination
Maybe process of infatuation
In the same time me trying to process my imagination

I bet nobody can steal shit from chanyeol tho dude can hear everything with those ears

He on the other side of the building recording and he hear tao back at the dorm opening his chips so he call up tao’s phone like “put my goddamn fritos down”

Tao looking around the room scared as shit like what the fuck

8

On the night Lord Voldemort went to Godric’s Hollow to kill Harry, and Lily Potter cast herself between them, the curse rebounded. When that happened, a part of Voldemort’s soul lached itself onto the only living thing it could find. Harry himself. There’s a reason Harry can speak with snakes. There’s a reason he can look into Lord Voldemort’s mind. A part of Voldemort lives inside him.