Dominique G. Weasley (5m 🤰)

it is not true that a burnt child dreads the fire. it is drawn to it like a moth to a flame. it knows that when it goes near it， it will burn itself again. still， it gets too close.

if i could, i’d hide in your heart.

i walked into the ocean. not to drown, but to be held by something reluctant to let go.