I’m at the part in The Half-Blood Prince where they go into the cave and part of me does not want to read another damn word because it just hurts. It hurts to know what comes next and still be unable to stop it, but it also hurts to stop reading. Like the story has to go on, but I feel like I should sleep first. Prepare myself. Shit’s about to get intense!! Damn you J.K. Rowling!!
christmas is so much worse as you get older it’s like “what do you want this year?” “a sense of purpose”
"a career" "financial security" "a sex life" "tuition for grad school" "alcohol" "a nap" "socks would be nice"
"I got you these"
“sorry about the rest of your life”
Those look acceptable.