living without me

i need poc wizards and witches getting sick of the hogwarts food after so long. there’s only a certain amount of eggs, bacon, and toast they can have for breakfast, and roast beef and potatoes for lunch and dinner for their 7 years of schooling. after about a month of school, they’re all just where’s the goddamn rice??

i need korean witches begging the house elves for some kimchi, and indian wizards craving biryani, and mexican wizards just dreaming for some pozole.

because who can really live without their culture’s food for 7 fucking years?

It’s alright to go out into the world live your life without me. You exist… and that is enough for me. I don’t need to see you or touch you or hold you. I don’t need to feel your kiss, or see your eyes light up when you smile, or hear your laughter in my ears.
For I have had all those things once… and that is enough.
To know that you exist is enough.
Your happiness is mine and if that means that I never spend another moment in your presence and the thought of me never crosses your mind then I guess this is what you call ‘acceptance’.
This is that moment when I open my hands to the sky and give you to the world. You cannot own a person… and love is a gift given freely with no guarantee of return. That is its most beautiful aspect… its purity; that it exists individually, irrespective of reciprocation.
For you are you, and I am I, and once we were we… but as long as I exist and so do you – know that I will always love you.
It actually kills me when we don’t talk, it kills me when you ignore me, it kills me when you’re busy with your life.

the disorder™: hey maybe go check up on the people who abandoned you

me: that sounds like a really bad idea-

the disorder™: nah it’ll make you feel a whole lot better

me: ok sure yeah it does s-

me: *checks their blog/profile and sees that they are functioning perfectly fine and have continued on living without me*

me: ok what in the fuck

(neurotypicals don’t rb)