I don’t get these posts that go like “part of me wants to be a hot girl at the bar and the other part of me wants to read and sip tea in a bookstore”
like you can wear red lipstick and a leather jacket and sip tea and dance in the rain and go to the gym and curl up in bed and get turnt the fuck up and go to church
you can literally have it all sis
the world is yours
This is the most inspiring thing I have ever read
"Going to kill me, Harry?" he whispered.
Harry stopped right above him, his wand still pointing at
Black's chest, looking down at him. A livid bruise was rising
around Black's left eye and his nose was bleeding.
"You killed my parents," said Harry, his voice shaking slightly
but his wand quite steady.
Black stared up at him out of those sunken eyes.
"I don’t deny it," he said very quietly. "But if you knew the