cue the tears.
i'm already an emotionally fatalistic mess lately in thanks to my hate of my job and the weather.

but for fuck sakes..........

the end of harry potter?! they called 'wrap' and i swear a little bit of my heart broke away with that word. i'm currently crying now and i don't care who knows it. harry potter is like, THE FRANCHISE of my youth. THE FRANCHISE possibly ever. i don't want to allow it to end. i'm just going to avoid that final film completely, possibly forever. i don't want to admit that it has to end.
just like i took my sweet motherfucking time reading that last book. i did not want it to end. i still don't want it to. hello, epilogue. unhappy me. the battle?! freaking frick!!!

just breathe... in for a count of ten and out for a count of ten. it's just a fictional book.
even i can't fool myself. emotional. fucking. wreck.

oh... p-fucking-s: IF I DON'T GET DOWN TO ORLANDO IN THE NEXT FUCKING YEAR SOMEONE IS GOING TO DIE. I WILL MURDER. I WILL KILL. I WANT MY OWN WAND  TO CHOOSE ME AND I WANT TO DRINK BUTTERBEER AND I WANT... i want it all. everything. i want florida, right fucking meow. anyone willing to donate to my cause?

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college student of historical events, future educator. canadienne. i like to read, but i don't do it enough. i run. i like zombies. i'm obsessed with all things batman, except not batfleck. i'm a terrible video game player, but i'm getting better through attrition. i can play piano pretty good, though. the sound of city streets soothes me, but i love the silence of the forest. curious stargazer.

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cue the tears.
i'm already an emotionally fatalistic mess lately in thanks to my hate of my job and the weather.

but for fuck sakes..........

the end of harry potter?! they called 'wrap' and i swear a little bit of my heart broke away with that word. i'm currently crying now and i don't care who knows it. harry potter is like, THE FRANCHISE of my youth. THE FRANCHISE possibly ever. i don't want to allow it to end. i'm just going to avoid that final film completely, possibly forever. i don't want to admit that it has to end.
just like i took my sweet motherfucking time reading that last book. i did not want it to end. i still don't want it to. hello, epilogue. unhappy me. the battle?! freaking frick!!!

just breathe... in for a count of ten and out for a count of ten. it's just a fictional book.
even i can't fool myself. emotional. fucking. wreck.

oh... p-fucking-s: IF I DON'T GET DOWN TO ORLANDO IN THE NEXT FUCKING YEAR SOMEONE IS GOING TO DIE. I WILL MURDER. I WILL KILL. I WANT MY OWN WAND  TO CHOOSE ME AND I WANT TO DRINK BUTTERBEER AND I WANT... i want it all. everything. i want florida, right fucking meow. anyone willing to donate to my cause?