As a child, I loved being onstage. I loved singing, I loved the lights, I loved the adrenaline.
“People ask me if there are going to be stories of Harry Potter as an adult. Frankly, if I wanted to, I could keep writing stories until Harry is a senior citizen, but I don’t know how many people would actually want to read about a 65 year old Harry still at Hogwarts playing bingo with Ron and Hermione.” -J.K. Rowling
GODDAMNIT my Dad is a living embodiment of tumblr text post. I read out a couple of them to him that just make you groan t how bad they are, and angry at how you didn’t think of that in the first place.
So what does he do? He pops his head in my room once every hour just to check up on me and then proceeds to tell me a pun just before he leaves.
“I ate 22 kinder eggs last night, didn’t you know I’m full of surprises.”
“Your Mom and I had an argument at the launderette earlier over the creases in the clothes. But it’s okay, we came home and ironed them out.”
