i’m really sensitive for a selfish asshole
‘one more chapter’ i say as my eye twitches with sleep deprivation. the sun is beginning to rise. birds are chirping. all my regrets hit me at once.
Me: trying to focus in class.
Gremlin that runs my brain: Flintstones. Meet the Flintstones. They’re the modern Stone Age family.
when the cashier gives u back ur change and ur putting it away but u cant do it fast enough and suddenly theyre holding out ur shopping bag and u have no hands and the coins are dropping to the ground and the bag goes up in flames and the cashier is crying and ur crying and ur wallet is screaming and ur descending into hell
920t:
I don’t care who don’t like me I like me bitch
fred and george somehow enchanting the hogwarts stairs so that every time someone slipped, ‘mmm watcha say’ could be heard echoing through the halls
We are bees then; our honey is language.
Now the honey lies stored in caves
Beneath us, and the sound of words
Carries what we have forgotten.
Robert Bly, from “Words Rising,” Eating the Honey of Words (HarperCollins, 1999)
Today is the 3 year aniversary of me and my friend getting left behind on a school field trip in hawaii and desperately trying to convince the chaperones and our own parents that were thousands of miles away to believe it wasn’t actually an April fools joke.
sorry you haven’t seen much of me lately it’s just that everything in the whole world is overwhelming
theory: you have to be able to play seeker in Quidditch for Harry to fancy you
see examples; Cedric Diggory, Cho Chang, (Viktor Krum???), Draco Malfoy, (Charlie Weasley????), and Ginny Weasley
HARRY IS SUCH A LOWKEY AND CASUAL JOCK I NEVER REALIZED.
