I was the first face you saw when you were born, you were bald as my hair ran black. Now yours the last face I saw before I died, your hair ran black, as I was bald.
I never understood true happiness I never understood true joy but when you tried on your first pair of rain boots I began to understand
To have been loved so deeply even though the person who loved us is gone will give us some protection forever
Albus Dumbledore to Harry Potter, page 299
You're going to discover that conversations are best at 4am the heavier the eyelids the more sincere the words
I am not perfect nor will i ever be I am a work in progress and that is definitely good enough
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