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meghanmarkle: Breakfast of champs #raspberriesforthewin #curlysue
Meghan Markle – Reitmans Collection Photoshoot (November 2016)
I got my mother’s insanity and her trust issues and my father’s temper and his secretive ways. They never were the most stable people. Imagine what I’m like when I’m the two of them together as one person…
Maybe some of us aren’t meant to be here. (via highanxietylowsleep)
With a hand that ached and a forehead that was crease by a frown, Hestia was leaning over her parchment. All the stories her brothers had told her about seventh year had sadly been true, and not in the least exaggerated: the year was already promising to cause an immense amount of stress, and she was only a month and a half in. Putting down her quill – she had been busy writing for quite some time now, and her hand did deserve a break by now – she let out a sigh and leaned over to the person sitting across of her. “Who does Slughorn think he is, giving us this much homework?.”
“He’s our teacher, Hestia, that’s who he is.”
It was a smart arse remark and she knew it -- but she hoped it could at least snap Hestia out of her worry. The other girl was always in a tizzy about something, usually someone, and while it was an admirable trait -- it was also something that seemed to drive her mad. Emmeline? Well, Emmeline & Potions class had never ever mixed.
“I can’t believe I’m still in this bloody class. I can’t believe I’m even allowed in it.”
i was just a kid & all i really w a n t e d was my f a t h e r