Tranquil as a forest

If you didn’t read the books you wouldn’t know…

Draco Malfoy personally made the Potter stinks buttons and nobody could fix them to say Harry was cool and shit, if they tried it would only make the insults worse

You wouldn’t know Draco Malfoy was always right behind Hermione in grades

You wouldn’t know Draco was seriously the most animated person at school and acted out everything. 

You wouldn’t know Draco got deeply offended when people didn’t laugh at his jokes

You wouldn’t know Draco created the Weasley is our King song, tune and all. (Probably in the shower or something because he’s such a weenie) 

You wouldn’t know Draco and Ron got into a fist fight in their first year

You wouldn’t know about the huge knock down drag out between Draco, Harry and the rest of the Slytherin and Gryffindor quidditch team in their fifth year. (Harry  and Draco just fucking tackle each other and start whooping each others asses and it’s amazing.)

You would miss out on basically everything Draco says and does. He’s a walking gold mine and It’s upsetting the movies didn’t devote a few seconds for any of his shit (Azkaban did an okay job) 

You wouldn’t know about the Weasley is our king buttons he made in fifth year either

You wouldn’t know Draco didn’t actually try and fight a Hippogriff he was just petting him and offhandedly said that he was ugly. He didn’t sprint over to him, he actually did all the bowing and what not.

I did it for the toddler who couldn't talk until she was nearly 4 despite her mother taking her to the doctor with worry. Who spent her time alone, lining up her toys by colours, but was told she was just "taking her time" talking and walking.

I did it for the little girl who told her mother at the age of 5: "I don't think I was meant to be born here", because how else did she explain that she felt so different?

I did it for the little girl who had meltdowns, left in agonising mental pain before being sent to her room for "throwing a temper tantrum". So she learned to hold in that pain. Suffering lights, noise, smells, tastes and touch.

I did it for the little girl who couldn't make friends because she didn't understand what a friend was, or even how to keep one. Who would repeatedly be pulled into cruel jokes by others and not realise it until too late, so she became suspicious of everyone, distrusting before she reached high school.

I did it for the teenager who suffered through bullying, ostracised for reasons she couldn't understand, left sitting by herself despite the group who insisted they were "friends". Who would spend the summer break alone in a cool library only to find out these friends spent the summer together and never invited her.

I did it for the teenager who didn't know trends, didn't dress right, act right, look right. Who felt wrong, broken and frightened.

I did it for the young adult who searched for the missing pieces in religion, then therapy, then alcohol. Who was destroying the one and only pure relationship she had with her husband and best (only) friend because she felt broken, unworthy, unfixable.

I did it because even though I can't get much help (mind you, others can, so this is highly personal) I know what I'm experiencing is normal for me.

I did it because I'm not broken. I'm not unworthy. I do not need fixing.

I was at the end of my first of three years of acting school in London, and one day for no reason I lost the ability to speak. For three months, I couldn’t talk. For three months I couldn’t say one miserable sentence. And neither doctors nor electroencephalograms have ever been able to explain to me what really happened. What I can tell you is that I arrived at a moment of such great frustration and desperation that it led me to want to take my own life. […] But this pain began to feel a bit less heavy when I saw my pain, the exact same type of pain, reflected in the works of art of others. In plays, movies, paintings. Little by little, I began to see my pain and read it in poems. The words of the poets began to fill my silence. It became the only form in which I felt like I could express my emotions. Art became something alive.