Life Is Just A Constant Struggle Between Dancing Around With Eight Litres Of Coffee In Me And Lying On

life is just a constant struggle between dancing around with eight litres of coffee in me and lying on the ground sobbing ten minutes afterwards

lets be real I’ve had a favourite supermarket since age 11

One day you’re not old and the next day you have a favorite supermarket

no joke I had a dream where I was in a hardware store and I ran into jk Rowling and just spent half the time thanking her for creating Harry Potter and the other half of the time getting pig wild mad at her for all the stuff she’s done

how can i arrange a meet up where i physically fight jk rowling with my bare hands

I read way too much Harry Potter fanfic for someone who feels so thoroughly disappointed and betrayed by JKR

“Let’s raise a glass”

“To what”

“To the dreams that might have been”