More ideas from Ana-Maria
(Open rp. Told in her POV. I'm him) I walked into my room and flicked on the light, screaming when I saw a boy laying on my bed. I had no idea who he was or how he got here. (Credit to ShadowRunner)

Adam Prucha at Stockholmsgruppen by Cecilie Harris for the new issue of Boys by Girls " A Place Called Youth".

"And what is th-that then? Wh-what are w-we? I c-can t-tell y-y-you that-t. We're just a b-bun-nch of broke kids, a b-bunch of-f artists w-ith no future. I'll smoke if I want to." His stutter was back again, and she watched him light his cigarette hungrily, giving up the fight.

"And what is th-that then? Wh-what are w-we? We're just a b-bun-nch of broke kids, a b-bunch of-f artists w-ith no future. I'll smoke if I want to.

he and his parents were the only ones of the family tree refusing to follow the ancestral belief of pureblood superiority and taking the other side of the war, deeming the family traitors

he and his parents were the only ones of the family tree refusing to follow the ancestral belief of pureblood superiority and taking the other side of the war, deeming the family traitors