The biggest decision of each day is whether to keep blogging or go to bed and the first one usually wins whoops.
just wanna hold ur hand, and boop ur nose, and tell u how cute i think u are
*does the cup song with the goblet of fire*
you’re gonna miss me when i’m gone
IT’S BEEN TEN YEARS
Fuck it has been 10 years.
#this picture haunts me to this day
#like jesus christ
#i still wonder how that towel is staying on him
The Marauders used to take turns taking care of Harry when the others had Order business or were too busy or needed a night off. It became a tradition among them, as they were passing the baby into the next caretaker’s hands, to say “you’re it. good luck.”
The last thing Sirius saw as he was falling through the veil was Remus running over to Harry, and the last thought that ran through his head was “you’re it. good luck.”
The season of leg shaving is upon us.
This shot is literally gorgeous. It confuses the fuck out of me, that this doesn’t have more notes. This woman is flawless.
But I guess if she were of a lighter complexion with freckles…