Thoughts on books and nerdy things mostly, with a slightly feminist and liberal slant. Mhmm, minty.
895. Muggleborns wonder why there’s a large group of friendly, teenage ghosts around Hogwarts. They’re led by a funny boy with red hair who likes to joke around with Peeves, and he always says that they’re Dumbledore’s Last Army.
I’ve cried myself dry.
every single person you know has something in their life and past that is probably worth collapsing to the ground in an uncontrollably sobbing heap over, so be nice to each other and tell good jokes
this is really important.
This is basically my life philosophy. As someone who would perpetually be a sobbing heap, if not for jokes.