the feminine urge to run barefoot into the forest. to read and make art. to tell people how much they mean to you. to pick pretty flowers and put them in someone’s hair. to stare at the sky and see your own breath as you breathe in the changing air.
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it’s no wonder slytherins are all like ‘fuck the rest of you’ like fred and george weasley booed at an 11 year old who got sorted into Slytherin.
like fuckin imagine you’re 11 and at HOGWARTS and you’re a fucking WIZARD and you’re like YEA IMMA LEARN MAGIC but also I MIGHT PUKE cos you’re 11 and away from home for the first time and terrified
and your first interaction is to be booed at by three quarters of the school
like fuck you guys
*slow clap*
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teacher: you need more than one day to write an essay
exam: you have two hours to write an essay
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