maybe the fairy tales are wrong, maybe there isn’t one person in the world for everyone. and you know what? fine. I can live with that. relationships are hard fucking work, straight up. but cheating on someone is disgusting. lots of people in the world are hot. you may get the urge to sleep with people other than who you’re dating, and it may come often. but if you don’t love the person you’re with enough to keep your shit out of someone else’s face, BREAK UP WITH THEM. don’t be a fucking coward.
511. At Luna's wedding, the whole of the front row of seats was reserved for apparently no one. Harry went up to her at the end of the service. "Luna, who was meant to sit there?" Luna turned her glassy eyes on him. "Oh, they did sit there. In a spiritual way, I suppose," she said. She pointed out the seats one by one. "Right. That one's for my mother, those are for your parents because I think I would have liked them, that one is for Sirius, the one next to that is for Professor Lupin - they were friends, weren't they? - and that's for Tonks, then Fred Weasley, then Mad-Eye, then Professor Dumbledore, then Professor Snape. I hope they liked the wedding." She smiled and waved into what was seemingly empty space, before prancing off into the crowds. Harry had never felt so touched before.
just, fuck, man, LET PEOPLE PLAY AROUND WITH THEIR IDENTITES, let people question themselves and try on a label, let people experiment, let people do their own goddamn thing
gender is fluid, sexuality is fluid, and no one completely knows themselves nor will anybody really ever completely know themselves before they die, why is it so hard to just leave people alone instead of insisting that theyre just being trendy