MySongIsLaughter

First, take a slice from a quivering heart Which many a time has been torn apart Then throw in gits that you couldn’t give back Lies that have led you so far off the track A dream you had that you lost long ago And a toy you mislaid once in the snow Sprinkle on dust from things you would forget But are not ready to let go of yet Mix in the words that you wished you had said Slowly add people you loved who are dead Leave for a month in a cauldron of tears Squeezed from a pillowcase over the years Drink with a friend who tends to annoy And then, only then, will you find true joy.

Hello there again, my old friend   I didn't invite you, nor I ever do   How long will you stay?   Or will you ever go away?   Have you been here all along?   I thought you were gone,   Will you prove me wrong?   As long as you're here,    Don't come in too near   Keep a safe distance,    Don't consume   Find your own place   At the edge of the room   At least when I'm all alone,    I know I can find you at my home   Always by my side,   Willing to be my guide   Like an unsound ghost,   Providing company when I need it most   But I wish you would let me be,    And give back my eyes to see   I'm fal

She was looking at Harry like she had never looked at him before.  And all of a sudden, for the very first time in his life, Harry fully appreciated that Aunt Petunia was his mother's sister.  He could not have said why this hit him so very powerfully at this moment.  All he knew was that he was not the only person in the room who had an inkling of what Lord Voldemort being back might mean.  Aunt Petunia had never in her life looked at him like that before.  Her large, pale eyes (so unlike her sister's) were not narrowed in dislike or anger; they were wide and fearful.  The furious pretense that Aunt Petunia had maintained all of Harry's life

Disappointment. A quadrosyllabic word.  Fourteen letters long.  Contains all vowels in the English alphabet save "u." In short, it's a big word. However, the word itself, the letters that make it up, they don't come close to the amount of meaning it conveys, the emotion it carries. Disappointment hurts.  Feels like a knife wound straight to the bubble of hope everyone carries in their heart.  Makes a person want to scream.  Shout.  Sob.  Tells them it would be stupid to do any of that. It is a feeling that the soul cannot take lightly.  And Padma Patil's soul is heavy. She sits in stunned silence as the table next to her erupts into che