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We’re never going to get over him, are we?
I don’t mean this to sound like I want to, I don’t, but this is just…. some days it’s like a knife in the heart.
Today in particular.
I miss him. I miss his awkward off beat dancing, his crooked smile, the effort he put into everything.
I don’t know. I just… I keep expecting him to turn up like the others. But he’s not like the others. And he won’t.
harrys so cute i want 7
its funny cause the hp fandom hijacked a post that was about harry styles
Slow clap for the HP fandom
this post is all over the place
(I had a horrible, horrible idea. What if the freezing wasn’t quite so fast?)
Anna could feel the ice creeping up her neck. It was all she could feel, now. Her awkward hands and clumsy feet were gone, not even numb so much as not there, and there was no telltale itch of the now-familiar wool against her skin. No too-small pinching boots. No sword-slashed hand. No hairs stubbornly out of place. All she could feel was the cold wind on her face, and the implacable ice tickling its way up to her eyes.
More than anything Anna wished she could feel Elsa’s arms around her, trying desperately to dig deep into the storm and stop it, just…just STOP it, somehow, somehow…but her panicked hands only put new layers of ice over Anna’s new, bitter skin. Elsa was saying something, but her sister couldn’t hear it. Not in this cold, this…soothing cold, so deep and dark that she wanted to sleep forever. But Elsa had to go inside, to warm up, she would freeze to death out here, wouldn’t she? Yeah…and though Anna couldn’t feel her fingers or legs or lungs, she could feel a tiny pinprick of warmth somewhere where her heart should be, when she thought of Elsa…
"Elsa…l-let me go…
Let me go, let me go
I can’t hold you back anymore
Let me go, let me go
Think of it as one more door
You’re a great queen, it’ll be child’s play
Remember, I love you…
The cold never bothered me any…”
And with a tiny choked sigh, the ice closed over her eyes and she fell, fell, fell into that deep-dark cold. Time to sleep. The last thing she felt was a pair of chapped lips pressed, with grieving pressure, to her own.
FIRST OF ALL HOW DARE YOU…
im going to cry now… FEELS FEELS FEELS FEELS
IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS MY GOD WHY
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