For the first time, I had good friends. Friends who cared, and were there for me. So I thought. A guy who wanted to be with me for more than just a night, but who also wouldn’t hurt me like I’d been hurt before. I was determined not to hurt anyone, not to step on anyone’s toes. Somehow, I did anyway. Somehow, I managed to piss everyone off so badly that they decided the best course of action would be to ruin my life. To break the truth down, chew it up, spit it back up and present it as honesty. I’m so goddamned used to being used and abused by my circle of friends that I shouldn’t be surprised but I honestly thought you were all different. Instead, I’m in the same place as I always am. Broken and alone.
The patronus’ mouth opened wide and it spoke in the loud, deep, slow voice of Kingsley Shacklebolt.
//Love Tonks and Remus holding hands in the last one
you know that unexplainable sickish feeling where youre not really sick and you dont really have a headache but you just feel wrong and you cant get comfortable or find something that youre really into but you kinda feel too ill to sleep or eat its like your body saying “i dont know what i want you to do but this isnt it”
no cough syrup
you are not ‘grape flavoured’
have you ever tasted a grape
you taste like death and the tears of small children
not fucking grape
wow what a surprise another cis-gendered white upper-middle class american male telling someone what they can and cannot identify as. why don’t you go fuck yourself
the worst thing about tumblr is that you read all those pro feminist/anti rape/anti misogyny posts all the time everyday and then you actually go outside and talk to a random guy and it feels like being punched in the face with a chair