When I was seven, I wanted to glue autumn leaves back onto the branches they fell from, returning each to its home. Yesterday, I stepped on a pile of damp leaves on the sidewalk. When I heard them crunch beneath my feet, I felt nothing.
I’m gone so often that when I am home I have no clue where I fit in.
One thing that most people overlook in the HP series is that Tonks could look WHATEVER SHE WANTED TO LOOK. Like, she could be the prettiest woman on Earth. But instead she goes around with her own face and FRICKIN PINK HAIR.
If this isn’t a “love and be yourself” message, I don’t know what it is.