I do not apologise for my dorkiness as I enjoy it too much. I do apologise for the mass of it that is expressed here.
Ernest Hemingway (via theunwittymiss)
when I find myself in times of trouble,
Uncle Iroh comes to me
speaking words of wisdom:
never going to be over the fact that Arthur and Molly Weasley had seven children of their own, and hardly enough money or space to make due, yet they never thought twice about having an extra space at the table or making one more sweater at Christmas for the people who came into their family by circumstance.
#people Harry should have seriously fucking considered naming his kids after
a student walking to the edge of the hogwarts lake and saying “hello giant squid” and the squid surfaces and says “YOU ARE THE FIRST STUDENT TO TALK TO ME IN SIXTY YEARS” so the student sits down on a rock on the shore and they talk about life
a few years later the student learns to cast a corporeal patronus and it’s a squid. obviously