𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒚

⠀sometimes the place you’re trying to escape is the only place you fucking belong to.

he does not walk toward the light — it bends around him, wary of his cold fire. draco malfoy moves like winter made flesh, elegant and dangerous, each step measured, each word a razor wrapped in silk. pride and ambition coil in his veins, beautiful, lethal, untouchable.

deux semaines que je suis réveillé à 4h comme un hibou, je suis épuisé.

you deserve every star in the galaxy laid out at your feet & a thousand diamonds in your hair, to be wrapped in the color of the night.