Haven't been on this hellsite in months. Three posts in and someone compares Harry Potter books to Cybertrucks.
yall. I'm so fucking tired.
The first edition books that I bought when I was 16 years old after waiting in line at Books A Million at midnight with the rest of my friends is not an electric car that looks like a poorly rendered polygon from the 80s. Those same books are on my shelf today and they will stay on my shelf for the rest of my life.
She is a despicable human being, that's obvious. My memories are not. Those midnight showings in the theater are not. Crying with my friends about it being over but knowing there's always a way back, those feelings are good and pure and have nothing to do with her. She can't take that away from me. No one can take that from me.
The world has taken enough of my childhood away from me. Let me have my silly wizard books please.










