Dwelling in dreams and forgetting to live ϟ
HOME | ASK ME | ARCHIVE | RANDOM | THEME "Then give me an order to disobey," she demanded hoarsely and not leaving it to chance, pulled back to stare straight into his eyes. "Tell me to stop loving you."
"For your own sake," he groaned, and she heard his pain and his fear, "stop loving me."
And she felt the surge of joy that filled her as she buried her face in his neck and said one word.
"No."
*Apparition Point*
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(But blasted Sorting Hat decided to put me in Ravenclaw. ElmVine141.)
- Teacher: What do you judge a person on?
- Me: Their blood status.
- Teacher: Like Voldemort?
- Me: You dare speak his name...
- Teacher:
- Me:
- Teacher:
- Me: YOU FILTHY HALF BLOOD!
What is Harry Potter?
you know that one ship
that one ship that you hate with every fiber of your being
with such a burning, white-hot fury that every time you think about them it’s like you can feel them under your skin, grating at your bones and you feel nasty and want to shower and at the same time want to punch holes in walls and flip all the furniture in the room over
yeah me fucking too
Always!!!
Always.
