August 2011
I don’t think I could. JK Rowling told a publisher the process of making a horcrux and they almost vomited. Meanwhile, I nearly vomit from the smell of eggs cooking. All that making a horcrux is stupid and selfish. Murdering someone else so you can live a half life?
And nutella is on everything.
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July 2011
I’m probably going to be viewed as failing as a human being. Why? Because people make it sound like you HAVE to be in a relationship to be worth anything. Like things can only be done in pairs and to be with someone is the end all be all of existence.
The simple fact is that I don’t like most people.
I don’t understand people.
I can read people. Very well in fact. Within five minutes I can tell if you’re a good or bad person and if I want anything to do with you. The people I’ve had the most lingering hate for are the ones who have bullshitted their way past my radar.
When it gets down to it I just honestly don’t understand other people or how to interact with them. I wish I had some sort of excuse like I was an aspie or something but I don’t.
I think one of the most offensive phrases in the English language is “my other half”. Your other hald? What, were you running around with one lung and half a brain until you met them? It’s offensive. It flat out implies that you’re less of a human being.
The honest truth is I love being alone. I need a few hours to myself every day or else I start to go nuts. I don’t need nor do I want another human hovering around me.
I’ve fully made peace with the fact that I’m dying alone; at least in the human sense, I’m sure I’ll have lots of pets and other animals no matter where I am
I forgot most of the vocab but I can remember most of the alphabet. Which is hard (seriously guys? Is writing vowels haram? I kid!). But if nothing else it’s something to do
The cloak. I don’t want the stone because death is a part of life. You don’t mess with that. The wand, it’s just too confrontational
Dovregubbens veneste mø!
Slagt ham!
Slagt ham!
Må jeg skjære ham i fingeren?
Må jeg rive ham i håret?
Hu, hej, lad mig bide ham i låret!
Skal han lages til sod og sø?
Skal han steges på spid eller brunes i gryde?
Isvand i blodet!



