I’ll be a story in your head, but that’s okay, because we’re all stories in the end. Just make it a good one, eh? Because it was, you know. It was the best.
I’ve figured it out: My type is tall, handsome and dorky as fuck
*picks up broom*
"TELL THEM HOW I AM DEFYYYYYYYYYING GRAAAAAVITTYYYY"
*starts sweeping broom sadly*
"There is a castle on a cloud…"
*holds broom horizontally*
"Never need a reason, never need a rhyme. Up on the roof top step in time!"
*sweeps broom angrily*
"IT’S A HARD KNOCK LIFE!"
*begins waltzing with broom* I could have DAAAAANCED all NIIIIIGHT
chris evans is half frat boy beefcake and half tender sensitive artist who loves his family and cries at sunsets and that’s why he’s so fucking dangerous
six word story about remus lupin:
he went to the funeral alone