Dear Twilight,
Our Charlie works with Dragons - yours is a bad parent.
Our Bella is a psychotic fighter - your Bella couldn’t fight her way out of a paper bag.
Our James was a Marauder - yours was some creepy guy.
Our Alice still loves her son even though she’s lost her mind - yours is an…
the most frustrating thing about music without words is that you can’t sing the lyrics to remember the title
and the only way to google it is by the artist name…
and if it’s someone like Yiruma who has a bunch of pieces…
When people dick around in his class:
When people make fun of his hair:
When that ho Trelawney takes the last of the treacle tart:
When Slytherin always loses the fucking house cup:
Those goddamn Marauders:
But at least they died before he did:
When he thinks of Lily Evans:
And then he remembers how she ditched him for that hooker James Potter and died and left him to deal with her bitch son until the day he died:
(Source: castiele, via flibbertibodikins)