He was a boisterous, pallid, nimble, wide-awake, jeering, lad, with a vivacious but sickly air. He went and came, sang, played at hopscotch, scraped the gutters, stole a little, but, like cats and sparrows, gayly laughed when he was called a rogue, and got angry when called a thief. He had no shelter, no bread, no fire, no love; but he was merry because he was free.
i don’t think anyone really understands how much compliments actually mean to me like i usually brush them off with a joke and a quick “thank you” but really i remember compliments for forever so if you’ve ever complimented me or done something nice for me thank you so much wow
collections that are raw as fuck ➝ dolce & gabbana fall 2006
I Don’t Know How Much Vodka I Put In This But I’m Going To Drink It Anyways: a memoir
sirius making fun of remus for being interested in learning other languages so remus puts a language charm on him that makes everything sirius says come out in german
so then for the rest of the day remus has to translate for him and its like “whats he saying now?” “oh hes asking me to tell you your eyes look stunning today, james”
(angry garbled german)
"absolutely spiffing, he says"