I have the best tan line (:
August 2011
July 2011
Seamus Finnigan blew up the Pottermore server, Hermione keeps turning the Time Turner back 15 seconds, Hagrid's late with my cake, and Uncle Vernon is just sitting there smirking, because according to him, "There's no post on Sundays."
Obviously they sent Errol with our Pottermore acceptance letters.
I speak now, Pottermore, directly to you. You have permitted your servers to crash for you for you rather than face me yourself. I shall wait one hour in Tumblr. If at the end of that hour, you have not come to me, have not loaded, the battle recommences. This time, I shall enter the internet myself, Pottermore, and I shall find you, and I shall punish every sevrver, flicking 15 seconds times, and support message who has tried to conceal you from me. One hour.
What is ugly? Is it not having designer clothes? Not having your boobs hanging out of your shirt? Or not being able to see your ribs? Not being able to feel your bones in your thighs? Having acne? Having braces or glasses? Really? That’s ugly? Or maybe another word for ‘ugly’ is society. So fuck society, because you are beautiful for who you are. Fuck society and its standards.
Me, at school:
I meet new people and they ask my name:
In the crowded corridors of school:
Friends bitching behind my back:
Some idiot who I hate pisses me off:
Excuse for not doing my homework:
Singing in choir (trying to reach the high notes) :
Partying in the back of class:
HAHAHAHAH! I CANT EVEN






