Oh god. I think my heart just got ripped out of my chest.
Thursday night, come midnight, I shall be watching the last Harry Potter film with Psychic Roommate, my friend Jen, and White-Harp, and will possibly be flailing and sobbing like a mad Muppet. Remind me to bring a huge box of tissues to because I CANNOT COPE. FEELINGS. I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS.








I’m not usually a day-of kind of movie-goer, but my boyfriend convinced me this was a once in a lifetime thing. He bought tickets and forwarded me the confirmation. I may have teared up.
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