The apparently unstoppable Dame Maggie reads.
I’m actually going to steal a dear friend’s story here. Mr. D., my friend, used to work at a bookshop in London. Lovely as this gentleman is - and he is the nicest, sweetest man you could ever hope to meet - he simply never got around to reading the Harry Potter books. Not out of any snobbish anti- feels; they just weren’t his bag and he never got them on his brodingnagian reading list. Consequently, he was unfamiliar with the films as well. So one day, Maggie Smith walks into the shop and asks him where the Potter books are. He shows her and asks if she’s enjoying them. “Enjoying them?” she says. “My dear man, I’m living them.”
oh. my heart.
"your homework still isn’t done? what have you been doing this whole time??"
school makes me so sad and tired and depressed and anxious like it’s really not worth it i’d rather have mental stability than a high school diploma
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OMG BEING CANADIAN THIS IS THE BEST POST EVER.
you forgot that we have a whole TV channel dedicated to a burning log.
We also don’t eat real food, we live off of Tim Horton’s coffee and timbits.
thanks to anxiety whenever i make a mistake i feel like this
people who dry swallow pills go hard as hell and should not be fucked withi used to dry swallow pills until a searing pain developed in my throat and chest and with the help of the world wide web i found out it burned a hole in my fucking throat please take your pills with water kiddies it’s worth it
HOLY SHIT OKAY