imagine being fourteen and having the mass-murderer who killed your parents telling you that he’s going to kill you
and then escaping with the corpse of a fellow student AND THEN HAVING NO-ONE BELIEVE YOU
AND GOING BACK TO LIVE IN A LOVELESS HOUSEHOLD FOR SIX WEEKS WITH NO INFORMATION FROM YOUR WORLD, THINKING THAT THAT MASS-MURDERER MIGHT BE STANDING ON YOUR DOORSTEP AT ANY MOMENT
Harry has every right to be angsty in ootp I’D LIKE TO SEE YOU HANDLE IT
[AGGRESSIVELY MEMORIZES A BAND’S SONG LYRCS AT THE LAST MINUTE RIGHT BEFORE GOING TO ONE OF THEIR CONCERTS TO AVOID LOOKING LIKE AN IDIOT]
if you cant handle me at my worst then leave because i dont have a best im always awful
the real magic in the harry potter universe is how harry was always in the right place at the right time to overhear the exact conversation between the two people he needed to know to piece together the mystery of the year like god damn
wine tastes so bad. I’m convinced the whole world is in on an inside joke together trying to persuade me that wine tastes good to them. there’s no way any one can like the taste of it. it’s like bug spray. the whole frickin world pretends to like bug spray. I don’t understand why. stop the madness
