Jul 20, 2011 13:42
My mother called me today while I was having a tiny cry
(okay that is a lie, there was nothing tiny about it)
while listening to
The Deathly Hallows Part II Soundtrack.
She scoffed.
"Really Alanna? Really? You are 22 years old.
No need to get upset over something so small.
It's not something for you to cry about."
Owned my first copy of The Sorcerer's Stone in 1999.
That's 12 years.
7 books.
8 films.
3 heros.
1 scar.
I've know this world for over half my life.
It isn't small, it isn't stupid, and
it's real to me.
Fuck yes I can cry about it.