according to pottermore my patronus is a fucking mole but i know for a fact that my animagus would be a seagull
reasons:
-i love the ocean
-i love the coast
-i pretend to enjoy the company of others but i actually just want their food
-i'm obnoxious but loveable
-i wanna fly
-i'm probably gonna go through my life constantly on the brink of being in complete chaos and anarchy
-a weird janky art statement about urban nature
-i love seagulls ok
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my crappy, existential thoughts dump
Randomnote from the far future, in much better times; consider this book a diary, an archive, a live day by day biography- of the lowest point of my life so far. draw entertainment from it, by all means, but take it as a warning, of all the bad that comes...
