My Communication Skills Are So Bad Like Actually So Bad That I Dont Tell Anyone If Im Upset Or Anything

My communication skills are so bad like actually so bad that I don’t tell anyone if I’m upset or anything

When I think about little five-year-old Remus going through his first moon, I start sobbing uncontrollably.

Look at me to not falling when I cantered today at my horse riding lesson

I thought this was gonna be a love story….

Imagine having a best friend that's just the bestest person you've ever met.

Everyone always assumes you're going to be together, and they're right. You match each others energy all the time, no matter what and some might think the things you do are weird, but the two of you crack up every single time.

You are happiest together and naturally when looking at your futures you plan each other in.

"Oh if I go here to study this and you go there to study that we can share an apartment here!"

Okay and now imagine the best person in your life is murdered by another very close friend of yours. Murdered. His wife too. Their child now orphaned. And you are the one to find the body of your best friend, cold and frozen on the floor.

And then you get locked away for a crime you didn't commit. A crime you would never commit. Never ever. But now you might just have kill that one "friend" who sold James and Lily Potter to Voldemort, right in front of their son's eyes.

I just remembered Harry and Ron’s conversation about hermiones skin

DOES ANYONE KNOW WHAT IM ON ABOUT

WHY WAS I AWKWARD OVER A TUMBLR INTRO POST I CANT I CANT