
I threw him a look as I called down the corridor, “I’m not infallible anymore, remember? I fall!”
James shook his head. “Nah,” he said softly. “You’ll always be infallible.”
Commentarius, Chapter 11
all the emotions, i can’t even but i have to
I might as well just get myself some mate rocks. Mate rocks wouldn’t think you’re a dirty, rotten, slag-of-a-friend. Mate rocks wouldn’t think you had a boyfriend, even when you’re clearly in love with another wonderful, perfect bloke. Mate rocks would understand that all you were really trying to do was befriend your falsely accused boyfriend, NOT snog him. Mate rocks wouldn’t think anything like that. In fact, mate rocks wouldn’t think at all, on account of the fact that they’re rocks.
Which I’m beginning to see was the brilliance behind that whole pet-rock craze in the first place.
Yeah, I could do with a few of those right about now. Pet rocks, I mean. Because my mates, they’re pretty much rubbish. I think everyone’s are. It rather makes you wonder why anyone even bothered befriending anyone else in the first place. Why humans when you can have rocks?
Commentarius, Chapter 10
Why have humans when you can have rocks?
Why?
Lily Evans, you are my savior.