There are people with a weak sense of humour.
There are people who miss golden opportunities.
And then there is George Takei.
Far to the east, over ranges and rivers, lies a single, solitary p e a k.
Hermione reminds me of me when I was younger - JK Rowling.
i want to travel the world and experience everything and i want to sit at home and do absolutely nothing. there’s really no inbetween.
Tom Riddle hit the floor with a mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken, the white hands empty, the snakelike face vacant and unknowing. Voldemort as dead, killed by his own rebounding curse, and Harry stood with two wands in his hand, staring down at his enemy’s shell.
sigh so ive me some new friends through erin and they’re super nice and open and accepting of everyone and everything
and theyre really open about sex and stuff
which is great and im all for it and they know im gray a and a lot of them are pan and some of them are poly and its just a really diverse group of people
its just that when they talk about sex stuff i feel like i have literally nothing to add to the conversation. it’s like if people were talking about football or something i just can’t think of anything to say and im just like
Save the Day [Nine]