dude, being addicted to fanfiction is so weird. You stay in front of your computer for hours a day reading different versions of those same characters falling in love and fucking again, again, again and again. And yet, we’re looking for more, creating more, making fanarts because, apparently, nothing in the world is more fulfilling than fictional love, the love we cannot have. That’s either inspiring or unsettling. Or both.
do you ever just kinda wonder what your selling point as a human being or friend is? like, what was the point at which people were like: hey, I’ll keep this human
omfg i just ordered pizza and as i was about to hang up i said love you out of habit and the guy said it back and after a whole minute of dead silence he just tells me that he hopes that i’m not expecting a discount on the pizza just cause we confessed our undying love for each other! oMFG!
guys! he sent me a note on one of the napkins and i just
I ship it
I ship it hard
Today I came across a wi-fi connection called ‘Hogwarts’
I decided I would hack my first wi-fi
I put in ‘alohomora’
my fave thing is when draco always teases harry like “you smell like you’re still in middle school potter honestly get some new cologne”
and harry tries to get new cologne and malfoy scrunches his nose and shakes his head and says “that’s worse! did you steal that cologne from…