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Today, I painted my nails the same colour as the day when you left. Funny enough, it’s my favourite.
To happy endings and new beginnings…
Speaking of which, can they please hook up already?
Dr. Simon Hill, you sexy beast.
I’ve heard a lot of people say that they cried during the last film. I did, too. I’ve tried my best to explain exactly how I felt out loud, but there are literally no words to express what was going on in my head after seeing the film. I loathe sounding very cliche, but I don’t know how else to put it. I’m quite inarticulate when it comes to these things and I do try my best to explain. Indescribable tears and emotions. Up to this day, I am still amazed at the greatness that is J.K. Rowling.
Thank you. Thank you, so so so fucking much. Thank you for providing me with something to hold on to. Harry Potter is the only thing that won’t wake up in the morning ad decide that it doesn’t love me anymore. Harry Potter is my religion.
I mixed the last page of the epilogue (read by the amazing Stephen Fry) with Leaving Hogwarts, changed the levels and unfortunately to make it fit, cut some bits out. But yes. This is what it sounds like.
(Source: drummingnoisesinmyhead)