Please put this as your status if you know or are related to someone who was killed in Hogwarts when it was under siege by the Death Eaters during The Second Wizarding War. 57ish citizens died in the terrorist attack against Hogwarts. Death Eaters continue to foster division & hatred, but the Order brings unity. 93% of people won’t repost this. Repost to show your support of Dumbledore’s Army.
"I do believe," he announced, scratching his dusty mustache, "that you are getting, if anything, worse. You are not Fading. You are obvious, boy. You are difficult to miss. If you came to me in company with a purple lion, a green elephant, and a scarlet unicorn astride which was the King of England in his Royal Robes, I do believe that it is you and you alone that people would stare at, dismissing the others as minor irrelevancies."
“I wake up to find you lying awake with your hands in your head
You cannot run, can’t escape from the things that you said
And you can tell anybody
Anybody who comes
You can tell anybody
But the damage is done
The new day’s begun.”—One Night, by Travis.
Love Letter from a Lady, aka Why I Love My Spam Folder
Good day, my gentleman
I think that life is not a bed of roses all the time. Life is very nice and I want to find a man to share it with. So I need someone who will be with me in good and bad times. And I will be with him too. I am nice and pretty woman. I value the relationships with my friends and family as they’re very important to me as well. I love to travel, cook. But the biggest thing about me is enjoy life and have a great time. I am looking for someone who would appreciate me for what I am www.tendersentiment.net/ I also will love you, care of you. I also will be support for you. I want we to be happy together. Our life will be the happiest life in this world!
“What’s your name, lad?"
“Newton. Newton Pulsifer.”
“LUCIFER? What’s that you say? Are ye of the Spawn of Darkness, a tempting beguiling creature from the pit, wanton limbs steaming from the fleshpots of Hades, in tortured and lubricious thrall to your Stygian and hellish masters?”
“That’s Pulsifer,” explained Newton. “With a P. I don’t know about the other stuff, but we come from Surrey.”
The voice on the phone sounded vaguely disappointed.”—Good Omens, by Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett