Renée

Hogsmeade in universal studios is incredible until suddenly it’s just a reminder it’s not something you can have. Like when they sell exploding snaps that just have a “bomb” card, or fizzing whizzbees that are only chocolate fruit. Wands made of resin and odd tasting butterbeer.  It sucks.

Mr. Melancholy by Anthony anorim is wolfstar in its purest form 

Bury me face down by grandson could be background music when reg is planning to get the hocrux

I’m part of like five clubs/volunteer places, working part time, taking 19 credits, and now I’m going like 30 billion transfer information sessions for when I transfer and I- mourn me

The scene in four weddings and a funeral where Scarlett and the guy played by Hugh grant are running late to the wedding and back up in the middle of the freeway to go off the right exit give me such James and Marls vibes and idk why. Just that.

You know you’ve been reading too many Marauders fics when your internal monologue starts incorporating very British terms into your very Californian type of English...
          
          Let’s just hope it doesn’t start coming out in my actual monologue too because I’d rather not answer where I’m adapting this from

Thank you, I’m truly honored 

If it’s not working you can give me their @ and I’ll report the story too btw

Kill themand then report

You get a follow just because your profile picture is so beautiful and hilarious