I don’t have a ”type”. If I like you, I like you.
And if I like you, you’re pretty special.
Because I hate everyone.
i don’t mean to brag or anything, but the 7th harry potter book was dedicated to me
if ur gonna talk shit about me behind my back at least look at my great ass
Until the sun rises in the west and sets in the east. Until the seas go dry and mountains blow in the wind like leaves.
But okay listen: 7 years ago today, MILLIONS. LITERALLY MILLIONS. of Potterheads from all over the world were sitting with their brand-new copies of the Deathly Hallows and taking their final journey with Harry. It’s amazing when you think of the sheer scope of it-that many people in a sense united by this one book, riding the same emotional roller coaster simultaneously.
If you kiss my neck… You’re not leaving this room unfucked.