“I can’t be a wizard. I’m just Harry.”
(Source: deeply-inside, via ruinsofcairparavel)
Today my mom wasn’t home, so my eight year old sister asked me to set some words for her so she could write her daily sentences. I knew she did them every day, but I’ve never bothered to read them before.
My sister is a lot of things. She’s extremely smart, fairly quiet, and absolutely hilarious. But today I learned two new things about her:
a) my sister does not have a way with the written word
b) my sister is addicted to crack cocaine
I don’t know what the fuck she’s smoking but I want in on it sweet baby jesus I did not know what to do with myself while I was reading some of these
what is wrong with her
I don’t even understand what some of these mean
(things you should know: I am natalie, and her “silkys” are two little silk & velveteen blankets she’s slept with since she was born.)
I know when people on the internet say they are **literally crying** they aren’t actually laughing but I’m sitting here reading this and TEARS ARE COMING OUT OF MY EYES.
(via lupinesque)
Can anyone recommend to me some good/lengthy fic about the HP trio after the battle/in their twenties?? Something about them growing up but not about the next gen.
Thank you!!
This is perfect yup perfect I applaud you who made this because yes I needed this.“Wait…a Muggle healer? What do you need to see one of those for?”
“Oh, Ronald…”
“Isn’t St. Mungo’s good enough? You’re not dying or anything, are you?”
“For Merlin’s sake, Ron, I already told you-”
“I don’t get it. What do you need a Muggle healer-“
“Doctor, Ron.”
“What d’ya need a doctor for that St. Mungo’s can’t help you with?”
“Ron…we’re having a baby.”
“We…what?”
(via lupinesque)
Because I was invited! Now let’s be happy! 
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