Okay, I’ll admit it, for the first time in my life. I absolutely loathe having my birthday in December. Always have.
oh my fuck. I’m so overwhelmed. fuck, here come the tears
You know what? I really really want to travel. I really want to take nothing but a couple of clean shirts and underwear in a small bag and just take a train and sleep in it and meet random people and make love on the field and get drunk and make memories with someone who I can call my own. To try new food and do everything you can do to get to know a new country and yourself.
I think that if voldemort really wanted to kill harry potter the night the spell didn’t work on him he could’ve just picked him up and thrown him out a window given the fact that he was a one year old infant