Professor Lupin wasn’t there when they arrived at his first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson. They all sat down, took out their books, quills, and parchment, and were talking when he finally entered the room. Lupin smiled vaguely and placed his tatty old briefcase on the teacher’s desk. He was as shabby as ever but looked healthier than he had on the train, as though he had had a few square meals.
this dudebro in my english class said that ophelia deserved to die because “she led hamlet on” and my teacher threw her book against the wall
your teacher’s aim sucks
heels and arrows, knives and lipstick.
I know you wear your heart
on your sleeve
I know you’ve been hurt before
but when it’s raining outside
I’ll hold an umbrella over you
so your heart stays warm
and don’t be embarrassed to cry
sometimes I cry too
but if you cry just know
I’m going to kiss you
I wish people could just say how they feel like ‘hey I really don’t like when you do that to me’ or ‘hey I’m in love with you’ or ‘hi I really miss you and i think about you all the time’ without sounding desperate why can’t everyone be painfully honest and just save people the trouble
x I don’t want your goldI don’t want your crownSee I’ve come to burn your kingdom down