do you ever cry because you’ve somehow managed to gain a truly fucking amazing person as your friend? and just think about how fucking blessed you are for their existence and how in some previous life you must have done something fucking amazing to deserve them in this life? DO YOU?
If you think your mom overreacts just remember once my mom cancelled our trip to New York because I refused to eat the meatloaf she made
my mom accused me of selling my birth certificate and social security to the black market when she couldn’t find them
in a scale from 1 to “i love the beatles” how boring are you?
it’s not like the beatles created the revolution that spawned every fucking thing you listen to on the radio or anything
I hate last minute things or events it’s stupid
How do people live without schedule and structure
Without knowing even the slightest idea of what’s gonna happen next
I know you can’t plan everything but still
I can’t stand last minute plans
I like how all of these 11-17 year olds are just going to school with vampires and werewolves and giant spiders and vicious three-headed dogs in their backyard, yet they need a permission slip with an iron-clad parent/guardian signature to go have a harmless butterbeer at the nearby wizarding village.
Okay, Hogwarts. Okay.