"WHO are you making out with," james will demand seventh year, loudly, betrayed bc sirius has not told him and there are HICKEYS on his NECK. "i keep looking on the map but all i ever see u do is hanging out while remus studies in that empty transfiguration class room, what the heck man."
My third grade teacher told me I had no future.
I run through snow and turn around
just to make sure I’ve got a past.
I remember wishing I could be boiled like water
and made pure again. Desire
so real it could be outlined in chalk.
My eyes were the color of palm trees
in a hurricane. I’d wake up
and my id would start the day without me.
A good God is hard to find.
Each morning I look in the mirror
and say promise me something
don’t do the things I’ve done.
— excerpt from Disasterology by Jeffrey McDaniel (via boisjacques)