OH MY GOD
OHMYGODDD ITS BACK SADFGHBJCDNKMDSF
W H Y
Okay, I’m having a moment. Let me have a minute to get over this video. Shit I mean … This nearly killed me. I often type into my tags that I’m crying but this time I really mean it. Hp has been over for a year now and I still think that it’s the best damn thing that ever happened to me. And it will never truly end for me. Because I’m sitting here crying over these characters, over this fantastic series which gave me so much. Harry Potter was the first book I’ve ever read and it changed me. I guess I’ll never find the right words to explain my love for these books and movies … But I just wanna say one thing: Joanne K. Rowling … THANK YOU SO, I OWE YOU SO MUCH. Just thank you FOR MAKING MY CHILDHOOD A BETTER AND MAGICAL TIME.
Really though. Wow.
00:34 is how far I got in the video when I felt hot tears streaming down my face. Being a part of the Potter generation is like nothing I have ever experienced since. It was the book that taught me to read by myself, it was the story that I clung too in the darkest most depressing hours of my childhood, and it gave me the morals that I still hold close to my heart today as I enter adulthood. It gave me hope to believe in the idea that there is more than meets the eye in our world - and that kind of hope, when you’re a child, is everything. It was a secret world and escape to us as children, but as adults/older teenagers the tale of love and courage, friends and bravery is as relevant as ever.
I opened Philosopher’s Stone when I was seven.
I am nineteen now.
And I now and always will consider the story one of my greatest teachers.
4:53 was the moment I utterly lost my shit and started sobbing.
These books weren’t my childhood; they were my teens and twenties. I unashamedly waited in line with people half my age when the new novels came out, and sat in theaters crowded with children to see the movies that brought the books to life.
I made myself a Gryffindor scarf in college. My friends and I Sorted each other, wrote and read fanfiction voraciously, read the novels to each other between classes, and cried together over the losses of beloved characters when everything started to turn pear-shaped.
I’m thirty this year and I still remember how it felt. I remember the joy of discovery, the delight in all the whimsical knowledge laid out in the Wizarding World, the rage at Umbrage and the Dursleys and the Deatheaters, the pangs of sympathetic grief and loneliness, and the comfort found in loyal companions. Even on the most dismal of days, these books gave us…gave me…a message that shone like a beacon on a stormy night.
“You have friends here. You are not alone.”
Thank you, J.K. Thank you for everything.
I need a damn drink now.
Don’t do this to me ):Why I read
It’s 2:15am and I am sobbing my eyes out
These books mean so much to me, I remember my dad reading them to me as a child and then learning to read them myself. I remember pretending to be Hermione on the play ground. I remember reading these books as I was left by my so called friends. I remember sobbing in the cinema as the credits rolled for part two. I remember this distinct feeling of loss that I couldn’t quite explain because it had ended, I still feel that now sometimes. And I will always remember.
I will be forever grateful to J.K for getting me through some of the hardest times in my life and likely seeing me through some more rough times yet. Thank you Joanne, for helping me to remember that, happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.
i cried so fucking much while watching this
harry potter is my whole world and i couldnt imagine my life without it
j.k rowling, i thank you so much for giving me that world to live in
without that, i don’t know where i’d be, or what kind of a person i’d be today
my FEELINGS UUUGHHGGHGH
I BET THAT IF TWO KIDS LIVED IN THOSE TWO HOUSES THAT THEY WOULD COME OUT ON THEIR ALMOST CONJOINING ROOFS OUTSIDE THEIR BEDROOM WINDOWS AND TALK AND BE BEST FRIENDS AND FALL IN LOVE.
I will not write fluff to that. I won’t. No.
LUCY I FOUND IT
But what if instead of two kids, it was, say, a kid and an old woman? And at first they just ignore each other and keep their blinds down and curtains shut, but then the kid climbs out onto the roof one spring morning to get a frisbee and she’s got the window open bc it’s so nice out and she tells him to cut that out, it’s not a jungle gym and maybe the kid shows off a bit and nearly falls, and the old woman catches his arm…. anyway, so sometimes they leave the windows open and the kid’ll show off his comic books or asks what rhymes with ‘beautiful’ (and it’s totally for homework shut up), and the old woman tells him about all the protests and marches she took part in, and asks him the name of that one cute pop star (it’s absolutely for her crossword now shush). And the old woman gives the kid relationship advice and doesn’t tell when he tries a bit too much of his parents’ liquor cabinet one time, and the kid comes over and shows her how to use the smartphone her daughter bought for her and doesn’t tell when she sneaks a cigarette out of said daughter’s bag. And when the weather’s too bad to open the windows, they tape silly pictures or notes to the glass for the other to see (the kid makes sure to make his extra big so she doesn’t have to admit her eyeight isn’t what it used to be), and when it is nice the kid will sneak over and leave seashells on her windowsill, because the old woman said once she misses the sea, but she can’t travel like she used to. And one day he peeks in her window and sees her on the floor, and calls 911 and basically saves her life because she had a stroke and nobody would’ve known in time otherwise. And when she finally gets back from the hospital, just for a while because her daughter’s talking about a retirement home where she’ll have plenty of medical care and lots of friends her age, the kid comes through the window and then pulls another kid through the window who he introduces as his boyfriend, and says he wanted her to meet him. And she sniffs and interrogates the boyfriend in proper elderly relative fashion, and then declares him worthy of her boy— barely. And when she finally does have to go to that retirement home, the kid still comes to visit her, and always leaves seashells on the windowsill.
I’m not crying or anything
I am omg
Oh my god I’m crying