struggling so bad with friendships rn. not in the way you think tho, i just feel like my soul cant find a satisfactory connection, no i dont want a partner, all my friends are lovely, so grateful for them, but my soul is left craving for someone who actually understands me fully. Im trying to accept the only person who could do that is me, but it gets lonely out here.

i need a blunt i need a drink i need a bullet to the head

Hc that the marauders didnt name all of the rooms on the marauders map by their actual names. Examples: the potions classroom is called The Pit of Despair The kitchens are called snackies the slytherin dorms are called Snake Pit the hufflepuff dorms are called Dealers The ravenclaw dorm is KnowitAlls, And then (only because they didn't want the map to be immediately connected back to gryffindor should the map be found) they made the Gryffindor common room something like lions den or something else stupid.

mfs be like "regulus black deserves better", "sirius black deserve better" and then go on to write the most gut wrenchingly excruciating black brothers angst ever know to humankind.

I hate white women cuz they are white, you hate on white women cuz they are women;we are not the same.

I judge white women, like all people, by their individual characteristics 😍

"marauders were rock fans and valkyries were disco/pop fans" is soooo overdone. gimme james who stops whatever he's doing and starts dancing when ABBA comes on. peter who can sing along to every elton john song. lily who rocks out to the clash. mary who can perform an ANGELICAL rendition of "dreams" by fleetwood mac. marlene is already the exception to this rule lowk but yk what i mean

"marauders were rock fans and valkyries were disco/pop fans" is soooo overdone. gimme james who stops whatever he's doing and starts dancing when ABBA comes on. peter who can sing along to every elton john song. lily who rocks out to the clash. mary who can perform an ANGELICAL rendition of "dreams" by fleetwood mac. marlene is already the exception to this rule lowk but yk what i mean

I will always care more about the supportive cishet boyfriend at pride than i will about the wannabe cop queer person interrogating every “straight looking” couple to make sure they’re “queer enough” to be there btw. Don’t worry about your cishet boyfriend, he’s sitting with me eating an ice cream wearing a homemade little pride bracelet around his arm and he is the happiest he’s ever been in his life :]

barty plunging evan’s own knife into ev’s chest and weeping over his body when??