obliviate.

☾ CURRENTLY IN POST-POTTER DEPRESSION. (And probably forever will be.) I mean, if you were to find a shattered mirror, find all the pieces, all the shards and all the tiny chips, and have whatever skill and patience it took to put all that broken glass back together so that it was complete once again, the restored mirror would still be spider webbed with cracks, it would still be a useless glued version of its former self, which could show only fragmented reflections of anyone looking into it. Some things are beyond repair. And that is me.

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severusxsnape:

it’s transparent!

reblogging my own shit because fuck you