Anime. Books. Music. Darkness
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DIY Cat Bookmarks and Cat Bookplates from Mr. Printables. Top Photo: Cat Bookmarks from Mr. Printables here and cat notecards here, Bottom Photo: Cat Bookplate Printables from Mr. Printables here. First seen at Oh! Crafts here.
what’s christmas even like in non-christian families? in completely non-religious families? like what do you tell your children? “well, kids, we’re eating a whole lot of food and spending a fuckton of money spoiling you because some other people somewhere believe their holy lord and saviour and the greatest person to walk the earth was born 2000 years ago. here’s a playstation.”
yeah pretty much
I just got to chapter 22 on city of heavntly fire, the last page. This is killing me.
If something happens to Manchee, I will fucking lose it.
Nah, you’re good. He’s okay.
THANK YOU KIND HUMAN <3
I either have no library books or all the library books, there is no in between.
mybookishcorner answered your question “So, how was your Christmas?”
Money to not buy books for but I “accidentally” stepped into a bookshop whoops there went my money. Hehehe.
Whoops, what an ‘unfortunate’ accident ;D I’m so shocked that happened!
But one does not simply step into a bookshop and leave it empty-handed ;)
Have a great day! :)
I’m not saying that everything is survivable. Just that everything except the last thing is.
I had a dream about Harry Potter last night. I woke up some time after 5.30 feeling sad and had to write the whole thing down.
Now, I believe the dream started pretty normal, like I was almost late to my lesson and didn’t have my things so I had to borrow paper and pen from the girl sitting next to me, but at some point the teacher became Snape and the dream became about Harry Potter.
But since it started normal, it had some very AU elements such as, the school was normal muggle middleschool, not Hogwarts. The lesson in question was English (and ASL English at that since the exercise we did involved translation) - and, Harry was a girl (most likely because I was Harry). >__>
Anyway.
At some point after the whole translation exercise, I/Harriet was sitting on the floor. Now Snape didn’t like that too much so he was all glare and “Are you feeling quite all right?” in a derisive tone. To which I/Harriet casually replied “I’m fine thanks.” and didn’t move a muscle to get up from the floor.
Snape really didn’t like that his barb was ineffective, so he got out a phone and started to call Petunia since he had decided there was definitely something wrong with me/Harriet and I/she clearly needed help.
Now, I/Harriet got mad. I/Harriet shot up to my/her feet and glared at Snape with all my/her might, full of hate and accusation. And I/Harriet yelled: “I don’t want Aunt Petunia, I want dad.”
Ringing silence met that sentence. The whole room was quiet. I/Harriet had spoken the words in a way that made clear I/she felt it was Snape’s fault that all I/Harriet had left was Aunt Petunia. And I/Harriet was starting to panic a bit internally, because oh god that was definitely a line I/she shouldn’t have crossed, even though Snape had been the one to first make it personal.
But then, the reality of my/her words hit me/Harriet in the face. I want my dad.
And I/she wasn’t angry anymore, I/she slumped down to my/her chair, I/she covered my/her mouth and there were tears.
The classroom was still silent and Snape was quiet too, looking even paler than usual.
I want my dad, I/Harriet sobbed, crying in earnest now, shaking and a hand still over my/her mouth.
And that was when I woke up.
