Funny as fuck when ur clean for like 2 years then you finally can’t cope and that’s it you just butcher the fuck out of your arm like that’s it I’m ready to die
harry was totally that kid in preschool who brought in cookies every week and made his mommy count two times to make sure everyone gets one and then passed them out to his classmates very carefully and clapped his little hands cause he made everyone happy
harry: [stubs his toe and falls to the ground with an arm draped across his face] oh, woe is me. my sun and stars, please tell my family i love them, and when you bury me make sure it’s with my favourite pair of boots.