When I have free time, I like to kidnap, kill, torture and fly kites. If you know where Harry Potter is, you should tell me so I can kill that little shit once and for all.
ok can we just give it the fuck up to the london olympics right now
no one actually thought they’d have a 40 ft tall voldemort
FUCK YOU YES THEY DO
GOD FUCKING DAMNIT YES SOMEONE EMBRACE ME
I’m crying
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.
