Day 11: If you made horcruxes, what would they be and how many?
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?
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
“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand”—The Velveteen Rabbit
“For me, the most ironic token of that moment in history is the plaque signed by President Richard M. Nixon that Apollo 11 took to the Moon. It reads: ‘We came in peace for all mankind.’ As the United States was dropping 7.5 megatons of conventional explosives on small nations in Southeast Asia, we congratulated ourselves on our humanity: We would harm no one on a lifeless rock.”—Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot (via oldthunder)
Slagt ham! Kristenmands søn har dåret 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!
I FUCKING AM RON WEASLEY. Minus being a ginger. But seriously, I’m usually broke, I normally feel overshadowed by friends and family, always the “sidekick”, etc. The fact that he ended up with Hermione gave me a faint feeling of hope in my life.