Sometimes it is better to answer injustice with mercy.
…i will answer injustice with j u s t i c e
Can’t sleep. Too excited.
GOING TO GET READY AND BE WITH YOU IN A FEW HOURS
OMG I’M TOO EXCITED I’M LITERALLY JUMPING AROUND MY ROOM
I started to read Harry Potter when I was about 9 years old. I remember I literally devoured the first book in just one day, and after that I begged my parents to buy me the following two books (the only HP books that had already been published back then). I read them just as fast, but since I couldn’t get enough of them, I read them all over again - physically laying on my bed but with my mind in that fantastic world.
And the movies, there were also the movies. I used to wait for the movie while reading the book, so that I could compare them. Sometimes I was disappointed about the differences between books and movies, but I loved (and love) them all the same. I also remember how long the waiting was, and how beautiful and exciting it was to be finally able to hold the new book in my trembling hands or to sit in the cinema, watching my favourite books come to life.
Again, I was a little kid. And I’ll be honest, most of my friends used to make fun of me, the “weirdo who read books about wizards instead of playing during school breaks”.
And now that I’m nearly 23, I’m still reading those books, laying on the same bed, my mind wandering Hogwarts’s world just like it did nearly 14 years ago. Not a single regret.
Do I not seem soft and gentle,
My skin, smooth, my hair undone [x]