■No post on sundays
■Harry Potter taught me that some things are worth dying for.
■Ron Weasley taught me that believing in yourself is a hundred times more powerful than luck.
■Hermione Granger taught me that an education is a girl’s best asset, even if it doesn’t make you many friends.
■Severus Snape taught me to never, ever, ever judge someone.
■Rubeus Hagrid taught me that anything can be cute with the right perspective.
■Ginny Weasley taught me that bold is beautiful.
■Lily Potter taught me that a mother’s love is the strongest force on earth.
■Remus Lupin taught me that fear is the only thing I should be afraid of.
■Dolores Umbridge taught me that education with a political agenda is a terrible, terrible thing.
■Sirius Black taught me that the ones we love never truly leave us.
■Albus Dumbledore taught me that good people are not always good.
■Draco Malfoy taught me that bad people are not always bad.
■Neville Longbottom taught me that courage is standing up for what’s right, even when you’re scared out of your mind.
■Luna Lovegood taught me that weird is wonderful.
■Dobby taught me that freedom is a gift.
■Lucius Malfoy taught me that no amount of money, pomp, or circumstance will buy you true friends.
■Fred & George Weasley taught me that sometimes all you need is a good laugh.
■The Dursleys taught me that a world without imagination is a dull and dreary place.
■Arthur Weasley taught me that a good sense of curiosity and a bit of obsession can be healthy.
■Fleur Delacour taught me that true love is not based on appearance.
■Molly Weasley taught me that a happy family is not measured in gold.
■Bellatrix Lestrange taught me that hatred and prejudice rot your mind and can turn even the most beautiful person into a monster.
■Kreacher taught me that if you want to get to know a man, look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.
■Cho Chang taught me that rebound relationships almost never work.
■Nymphadora Tonks taught me to love myself, no matter what I look like.
■Percy Weasley taught me that, in the end, no career is worth sacrificing your family.
■Sybill Trelawney taught me that you cannot change the past, only the future.
■Lavender Brown taught me that physical relationships only last for so long.
■Peter Pettigrew taught me that rats do not make good friends.
■Nicholas Flamel taught me that to the well-prepared mind, death is but the next great adventure.
■Minerva McGonagall taught me that a good cause is worth fighting for at any age.
■Hedwig taught me that the love we have for our pets is very real.
■Lord Voldemort taught me that a life without love is barely living.
■J. K. Rowling taught me that the stories we love will always be with us.
@8 months ago with 12 notes
#I don't know where this is from originally #but I found it pretty #long post #harry potter #things I learned #love
I’ve been thinking a lot about my hand these past couple of weeks, and how much it has stopped me from achieving things in life. It’s made me stay on the sidelines instead of leading the pack. It has made me afraid of being who I am pretty sure I could be.
Though I am often held back by it, I think it has made me more of a fighter. I’ve had to struggle for things in life. For the small things. And the big things.
When I was a kid the playgrounds were all about the big scary climbing wall. You’ve all seen it. When we look at it now, we laugh and wonder why we ever thought it was so important to reach the top. But it was something we had to fight for. Some of us never got past the first step. Some of us got caught in the middle and some of us reached the top.
Mom used to say that it didn’t matter if I reached the top. And to her it didn’t. She still loved me. But I think I had to prove to myself, and everybody else, that I could. I could climb that wall, hand or no hand.
And I did. I climbed. And I won.
It was a great accomplishment for me. These days things are harder.
I’ve always been taught by my parents never to be ashamed of my dysmelia, and that I don’t need to hide it. I haven’t, but it’s still always on my mind and subconsciously, it scares me. I am afraid.
I admit it. Because of this, I have given up things in life. I’ve been hiding. I’ve stepped off the ledge when all I should have done was to jump out and hope that my wings will carry me. But I haven’t. Maybe I will soon. I’ve already started to trust and believe in myself more this last couple of years.
But I am only jumping a few feet. Nothing more.
I know my handicap is very simple, and I am lucky. I’ve got my wrist left, something I have had so much use of. I don’t feel lucky most of the time though. I feel angry and sad. This isn’t easy, and no one really deserves this.
This is such a depressing post, but I just need to get it out every other month or so. Usually I keep it all inside, until I burst out into a fit of tears.
I guess I just hate it sometimes. I hate it so much
@2 years ago
#dysmelia #hand #life #sometimes things sucks #love #hope #dreams #sarah
