Tom Felton’s birthday is like Christmas to my fangirl heart.
Just a whole day of gorgeous pictures and Drarry all over my dash in celebration while I sit here, drowning in my own drool, attempting to recover the remains of my obliterated ovaries, and trying to keep my squeals to a minimum as to not alert my family to my overload of feels.
God, I love that man.
Wasn’t it easier in your firefly-catchin’ days?
When everything out of reach, someone bigger brought down to you?
Wasn’t it beautiful runnin’ wild ‘til you fell asleep;
Before the monsters caught up to you?