I was talking to my mom in the car this evening and she brought up He Who Shall Not Be Named (and no, I’m not talking about Voldemort).

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harrypotterconfessions:

I miss coming up with theories and ideas of what came next. I miss opening nights, surrounded by other fans. I miss not knowing what came next. Those memories are my favourite related to the series.

harrypotterconfessions:

I miss coming up with theories and ideas of what came next. I miss opening nights, surrounded by other fans. I miss not knowing what came next. Those memories are my favourite related to the series.



So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
Pink Floyd (Wish You Were Here)










aseaofquotes:

Ann E. Burg, All the Broken Pieces

aseaofquotes:

Ann E. Burg, All the Broken Pieces











“He missed Hogwarts so much it was like having a constant stomach ache.”

I know the feeling all too well.



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