
Tom Riddle has always had a special place in my heart. When others cheer for his downfalls, I just want to… well… give him a hug. I never saw him as a monster, he’s always been 100% human to me. Somehow I always overlook his homicidal tendencies and see a lonely boy scared of death. I don’t know when it happened, but some time since I got Tumblr, my love for Voldemort has turned into something much more. Now he’s not just my favorite character. I respond to his name. I sympathize with him more than ever. I tend to look at things from his point of view. When he’s in pain, I’m in pain. When he’s happy, I can’t help but smile. Even my friends in real life call me Voldemort. I feel like a god damn Horcrux. I couldn’t be happier.
Rest in Peace, my Lord. I miss you.
Whoa… you feel just the same for him as I feel for Severus. I couldn’t have written that better myself.
^ Riddle was just a little unloved boy scared of death. I guess I’m not alone in that different point of view.
I was actually really sad at Voldemort’s death too. I mean I know why he had to die, but I still feel bad for him.
-awkward Voldemort hug-