my name is michaela.
reading this blog is probably about as close as you will get to reading my mind.
i apologize if it doesnt make sense.
i feel so pathetic because i want to talk to you all the time and i bet you never even think of me
hermione “brightest witch of her age” “set a teacher on fire” “time travels to get to more school classes” “magical rights activist” “brewed polyjuice potion at the age of 12” “punched draco malfoy in the face” granger
the fact that there are animals who can see colors that i cant which means that there are colors that exist that it is literally impossible for me to envision is such fucking bullshit that i wanna rip open a couch and eat it
dads are either too nice or assholes there is no in between