People talk sh*t but we don't listen. We've all got both light and dark inside us; what matters is the part we choose to act on. Everybody lies. Everything I wanted, but nothing I'll ever need. We live and breathe words. And in that moment, I swear, we were infinite. Don't make people into heroes: heroes don't exist, and if they did, I wouldn't be one of them. Please, don't ruin my story with your logic. «And all those conversations are the secrets that I keep, though it makes no sense to me». Far away. I see muggles, everywhere. We accept the love we think we deserve. It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. Only time will tell.