Potterica

[Me]: *Combing my hair. Hair Falling. Ignoring.* [Me in the mirror]: *stares back with dung under nose expression* [Me]: *Comb, comb. Turns bald.* [MITM]: Why do you always wear that T-shirt? You should wear something brighter. [Me]: This T is as big as the void in my heart and as grey as my soul. Stop... Continue Reading →

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