This one time I tripped
this one time I split my forehead open
This one time a dark wizard tried to kill me when I was a infant but couldn’t
When I was five my best friend and I were pulling on the ears of a giant stuffed rabbit toy, and our faces collided when one of the ears ripped out. We ended up with matching split lower lips, and then matching faint white scars on them afterward. She died a year a half later, and I used to tear the scar open again on purpose to make sure I never forgot.
(via walrus-queen)
