"Don't make people into heroes, John. Heroes don't exist and if they did I wouldn't be one of them."
a b o u t
Sadia | INFP | Slytherin | 23
Just your everyday awkward young adult trying to navigate through life. My favourite poet is Walt Whitman. I love writing poetry and taking photography in my spare time. If you want to know more, click here!
t h e b l o g
This is a muti-fandom blog!
Harry Potter
Doctor Who
Criminal minds
Skam
Sherlock
Elementary
Supernatural
Shadowhunters
Sons of Anarchy
BBCAN/BB
and a bunch of other tv shows, books, movies, youtubers, etc..
They are his ghosts. It has never quite occurred to him before, just how young his parents had been when they died. He can count the years between them, now, on one hand. If this were not his final day, he would be eighteen in a mere three months, and then only three years would separate them. One day, he might have grown older than them. Older, even, than Sirius or Remus, who is now immortalized in time as well. Once he, too, is dead, though, they will stop following him. They will not be able to haunt him anymore, will not be able to keep him up at night drenched in his own sweat, wondering what went so wrong with him for everyone who dares to love him to suffer quite so much as they have, as they do. | x
