It does not do to dwell on dreams, Harry, and forget to live.
everybody who comes at dean is like “you’re so desperate you want people to love you you don’t want to be alone” like
how are those even insults
"i know your secret shame, dean: you’re a living human with feelings ha ha you don’t want to live alone in a swamp like shrek you want to have friends wow who does that you’re pathetic i bet you want to hold hands and make somebody dinner"
If you want to understand how Europe really works just remember that when it was first encountered here, syphilis was known as ‘the French disease’ in Italy, Poland and Germany, ‘the Italian disease’ in France, ‘the Spanish disease’ in Poland, ‘the Polish disease’ in Russia and ‘the Christian’ or ‘the Western disease’ in Turkey.
And under here, Hedwig”—Harry pulled open a door under the stairs—“is where I used to sleep; You never knew me then— Blimey, it’s small, I’d forgotten… .”
Harry looked around at the stacked shoes and umbrellas, remembering how he used to wake every morning looking up at the underside of the staircase, which was more often than not adorned with a spider or two. Those had been the days before he had known anything about his true identity; before he had found out how his parents had died or why such strange things often happened around him. But Harry could still remember the dreams that had dogged him, even in those days: confused dreams involving flashes of green light and once—Uncle Vernon had nearly crashed the car when Harry had recounted it—a flying motorbike..
If I ask my dog “Where’s your baby?” he’ll find her and they’ll cuddle
Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia by night
"When the night comes, the starry sky reflects on its surface like in a mirror, and you have the feeling of being in space."