I wish I was going to Hogwarts right now. I wish I was sending my mum and dad messages with my owl. I wish I was sorted, in any House, I don't care. I wish I was aloud to use magic. I wish I could eat Every Flavour Beans. I just wish, so badly, that I am part of the Hogwarts generation.
“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish it’s source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”—Anais Nin (via kari-shma)