So I know you don’t know me but I saw your post and just wanted you to know that you are important and that you matter. Your blog brings light to my days and I’m sure so many others feel the same so I hope things start getting better for you and that you have a lovely month cuz you deserve it

i kept this ask in my askbox for a bit bc it was so nice ❤

im very happy to hear that my blog made you happy! i will try to have a good month but summers are just pretty hard for me :/ still trying tho, dw!

lytefoot:

dinosaurrainbowstarfish:

bethboxin:

Ron just got his howler from his mom yelling at him for stealing the car. He seems super embarrassed and most of the Great Hall is laughing. But here’s the thing:

Ron is 12 years old.

Ron stole a car.

Ron fucking stole a fucking car at the age of TWELVE.

I would not be laughing at him. Ronald Weasley is a fucking bad ass. When was the last time you jacked a car Malfoy? That’s what I thought. Bitch.

Harry woke up at 3 am, wrote this, and went back to sleep.

New best reply.

how do some people still think ron was weak. how come the gryffindors didn’t throw him a congratulations party. they should have immediately named him the boy who lived instead of harry

satan-is-punk-rock:

Peter: *sigh* No one likes me…. I am just a tag-along…

Sirius: I love my blood family and think they are right and totally awesome.

Remus: Chocolate is totally stupid and useless and should be banned.

Peter: wait, what??

James: I hate Lily Evans and am in love with Snape.

Sirius– Weren’t we saying totally absurd things?

*Marauder group hug*

C U T E

jk-destroyed-our-best-gay-ships:

honestly? sirius black managed to get himself together enough to escape a hell he’d been living in for years, so he could be with his loved ones, not once but twice in his life and that’s so inspiring for my depressed self

[please dont add any angst to this, it’s a mental health positivity post]

i’ll explain some more bc i ranted in the tags but it was highly incoherant and apparently did not show up on mobile

when i read poa for the first time, i (and im sure im not the only one) expected the explaination of how sirius got out of azkaban to be the most badass and complex thing in the world. i expected a fight against 50 dementors at once, 43 accomplices involved, some dark magic, years of works on the plan

and then we found out he had just… slipped through the bars. that’s it. that’s the grand escape.

and what i like about it is that he didn’t do it bc he suddenly received a new tool he didn’t have before (like a wand) or finally found a way to make his plan work, he just found the motivation to do it

and then he got out using something he had within him all along

that’s something i relate to a lot recently : i’ve been through a lot with my depression for a long time. i’ve had the tools i needed for a while now : i go to therapy, i have a support system… but, for a lot of complicated reasons, i lacked the actual motivation to do it. it’s only recently that i’ve started ( and i say started bc i have no doubt it’s more complicated than a sudden enlightenment) understanding that while im locked in my own azkaban, i cant do anything. i cant rescue harry. i cant help the order. i cant find remus again. and so i have to get out.

jk rowling stated that dementors represent depression and i only now begin to realize how accurate that is

so thank you sirius black. you’re an inspiration to us all

thinking hurts me a lot. i’ll be thinking about some midly deep subject and then suddenly my head goes “this is too complicated. everything it too complicated. kill yourself to make it all easier”

and so i stop and start thinking about simpler things or just watch some very dumb tv show to make the suicidal thoughts go away, but that means i rarely get to ponder on complicated things. im stuck with the simple things and just repeating what i’ve been told

sometimes i get anxious bc i fear that someone will ask me something like “what are your goals in life?” or “what do you like/dislike about yourself?” and i won’t be able to answer and i’ll just have to confess that i dont get to think of these things and that my brain is too fucked up to let me think like other people do

and i’ll just disapoint everyone who told me i was smart bc they’ll know i can only repeat like a parrot and i cant do anything by myself