Hermione must have had a crazy good time when she went back to Hogwarts to do her final year, all that library time without having to worry about Harry’s imminent death or whether him and Ron were going to fail every single subject they were taking, like it must have been pretty fucking blissful
that someone could sit down with your brain and say “these things aren’t worth worrying about” and “these things are worth worrying about” so that you could always know where best to invest your worry?
Headcanon: A little before James and Lilly’s wedding, James asked Sirius if he’d organize his bachelor party and Sirius went ‘Don’t you mean your stag party?’ and just literally laughed for about 5 minutes straight until James asked Remus to do it instead
…of a perfect proposal with a Tiffany ring and a white wedding with me in a gorgeous dress and him in a tuxedo and a baby’s room with a sleigh crib and all that shit.
I’m really really ashamed of that.
Why are you ashamed of this? There is nothing wrong with this!
I suppose that’s true!
But when I see it all I see a specific person and that scares me. I’m supposed to be over Him.
(My ex, not God)
I’m not going to lie, when I read this post and you capitalized Him, I thought you were talking about God for a second. But then you clarified. Which you are excellent at doing. AND I HAD AN EXCELLENT CHUCKLE. Also, I LOVE YOU AND IT’S OKAY.