I want all the puppies ever.
Bennett’s biggest turn off.
Millions of middle aged men and women will dust off the old toy wands
the browning pages of books long forgotten
strange cloaks, black rimmed glasses that havent been worn in decades
and those men and women will hold vigils in the streets
as a soft, sad melody echoes around the crying faces
And the halls of Hogwarts will spring to life again
as those same men and women go home to their families
and hold their children, who don’t know who Harry Potter is
It’s eight in the morning and im crying thanks tumblr.
That day will be an international day of mourning, I swear.
DAY JUST GOT WORSE THANKS TO THIS POST. THANKS ASSHOLE. NOW I CAN WALLOW IN MY SORROW WITH THE REST OF YOU GUISE BECAUSE TUMBLR.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place…