Love Is The Fabric Of The Universe.

Being an INTP is :

handling a confession of love by telling them to give you time to think about it, thinking about it, literally creating a pros and cons list, "which one outweighs the other?", Hm ok great, we have our answer

i love being alone

1st of february of 2024 as an f1 fan

I have decided I want to be a main character written by Ali Hazelwood- smart, PhD-having boss bitch women who have very grandma-core hobbies and end up with the hottest nerds on the planet!! That’s the dream package!!

If only we could escape reality for good and not be interrupted by one snap of a finger

the feminine urge to become fluent in every language on earth so I can read literature in poetry in their native tongues to get the full effect

the art of book covers

i love love and i love all the tacky/kitschy depictions of it. i love you red and pink hearts i love you valentine’s day cards i love you heart shaped objects

Imagine Minnie , in her office , talking to the golden trio about their behaviour but instead of saying :

"Why is it always you three?"

She accidentally messes up and ends the sentence differently by saying :

"Why is it always you four"

She doesn't realize her mistake until Ron points it out and at that given moment the Professor starts to realise just how much she missed them.

Yes, they might've been troublesome and sometimes even annoying but they we're part of the people that held a place in her heart. She treated them as her sons.

And yes, some might be gone and some might be far, far away but that didn't take away the memories that they built. If anything it made them more 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞.