i’m like fine but i’m also not fine at the same time and i really don’t know what i’m supposed to do
why am i standing in my kitchen and listening to lullaby by billy joel
why am i doing this to myself because every time i do i end up bawling like a maniac
and here we go
One of my favourite things about Harry Potter is that Harry is such an unreliable narrator, not because he’s lying, but because he was so oblivious, just about anything could be going on under his nose and he wouldn’t even notice. It’s great because it supports basically every headcanon. Like, no, Harry would not have noticed if Sirius and Remus were dating, I know he’s The Chosen One but he’s about as perspective as a pile of bricks.
but will you rock me, sexy jesus?
wait i forgot margo is a shitty ass character anyway okay we’re good hope restored