One of my favourite things about Harry Potter is that Harry is such an unreliable narrator, not because he’s lying, but because he was so oblivious, just about anything could be going on under his nose and he wouldn’t even notice. It’s great because it supports basically every headcanon. Like, no, Harry would not have noticed if Sirius and Remus were dating, I know he’s The Chosen One but he’s about as perceptive as a pile of bricks.
Remus Arthur Potter, you were named after two men who looked out for my safety and cared about my well-being out of altruism and decency rather than because I was a tool for them to use or because I was someone’s son.
"John Green changed his twitter handle so now I’m waiting for the haters on Tumblr to call him a sell-out"
Maybe people are calling him a sell-out because he is. Just a thought.
Tomorrow is my last home soccer game. I don’t want it to end. Soccer is such a big part of my life, I don’t want to know life without it. I took so many years for granted because back then, I had time. These past two years, time has slipped by way too fast and I wish I had so many more games but I know that it will never be enough. There will never be enough games to satisfy me. Soccer has been there for me consistently. The goal box is my home. What will I do without it? There will never be enough days…