if ashton irwin wasn’t in a band i bet he’d be that cute boy next door who drives a beat up car, smiles and waves to all the neighbors, saves cats from trees, and volunteers at nursing homes yeah and i’d be the dog next door chained like that fuckin beast from sandlot
"fats girls cant-"
shh.. fat girls can and they will
You think the dead we loved ever truly leave us? You think that we don’t recall them more clearly than ever in times of great trouble? Your father is alive in you, Harry, and shows himself plainly when you have need of him.
"I’ve heard so much about you!"