The foolery floating past me & the bumblings of my brain


Stand-up comedy junkie, geek, and closet romantic. Introspectively sexy. Flyyer than your girlfriend, fresher than your crew. 'Bougie', 'siddity', and generally okay with that. But sometimes, I just wanna do hoodrat stuff with my friends. My richness consists not in the extent of my possessions, but in the fewness of my wants. And all I want is simplicity and success. And maybe some more shoes.
katchin05 - April 26, 2012 8:22 PM - Text

This part will always and forever make me sob or tear up. No matter what. Listening to Steven Fry reading it while doing my hair and…. well, yeah. Insta-emotion.

“The crowd continued to swell; with a great rush of affection for both of them, Harry saw Neville being helped into a seat by Luna. They alone of all the D.A. had responded to Hermione’s summons the night that Dumbledore had died, and Harry knew why: they were the ones who had missed the D.A. most… probably the ones who had checked their coins regularly in the hope that there would be another meeting.”