When it comes to ‘him’: I care about him. But it’s not like I have to. “He can take care of himself” is in my head.
When it comes to Andy: I care for him. There’s no such thing as “he can take care of himself.” Its more like “I need to take care of him.”
I’m crying while Andy crosses my mind. I’m crying because I feel happy. He makes me happy.
It’s new to my life.
Yes, the killing curse works on horcruxes, and I think it just never occurred to Harry that he COULD use it. But even if he was aware, I deeply question his ability to. Harry was a great wizard, but I think it takes something a little dark and sinister to properly cast Avada Kedavra, and Harry just wasn’t that.
I rose too high, loved too hard, dared too much. I tried to grasp a star, overreached, and fell.
❝ Gods be good, why would any man ever want to be king? When everyone was shouting King in the North, King in the North, I told myself … s w o r e to myself … that I would be a good king, as honorable as Father, strong, just, loyal to my friends and brave when I faced my enemies … now I can’t even tell one from the other.
How did it all get so confused?
why am i only motivated to sort my life out at 3am
You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.
White People: - “Black people are always pulling the race card!”