“Name something you hope someone hands you the minute you get into heaven.”
“A lottery ticket”
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Every moment I spent with you… was blindingly bright
…
Also… whatever happens, it’s not your fault
WE FU*KING WON
A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside him and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few hours’ time by Mrs. Dursley’s scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, nor that he would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by his cousin Dudley… He couldn’t know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: “To Harry Potter - the boy who lived!”
i wish i had a window seat with lots of pillows that i could sit in and drink tea and read books in and watch the rain in
*excuse you sir*
Not sure if this was posted. Sorry for the quality, but it is a really small pic from the Esquire UK.
I’m a fucking sucker for “gentle giant” characters like theres nothing better than seeing a character who could crush you but is also a fucking sweatheart
