I HAVE THREE WORDS THAT WILL BRING JOY TO YOUR HEART:
little league quidditch
#all brooms fly like 3 feet off the ground#the bludgers are stuffed animals#keepers often get distracted by clouds#the seekers are better at playing tag than catching the snitch#games are over when it’s naptime
I always see “reblog if you would love someone with self harm scars, anxiety, depression, suicidal tendencies, ect.” but honestly, I worry more about this. I may be able to love who I am, but I don’t think I or anyone else could ever love someone like me. Prove me wrong please.
I love my brother
i love the individuals i work with
and……i love myself