“I love teasing kids, I go, ‘I know what’s on the other side of the veil,’ ‘cause Sirius Black goes through that veil and then he’s gone, and they look at me and ask, ‘what?’ and I say, ‘Batman.’”—Gary Oldman (via unilintu)
This person… Well, this person. I used to be extremely close with them. We could talk about anything. Really— anything. I used to be able to be myself, when I was with them. Because they’re crazier than I am, and all the more amazing for it. They’re so personable. They laugh so easily, and their laughter and happiness is contagious. It breaks my heart to know that they can be sad, but I know that they’re surrounded by enough people who love them that it’s okay. We used to lay around on their bed together and do absolutely nothing. I’d spend the night at their house all the time, especially when it snowed. They make the best grilled cheese sandwiches, and even better cookies. I can’t get sick of being around them— the more I’m around them, the less I ever want to be away from them. It’s sort of awful. Remember running around pantsless on the beach? And when you sat on me so I would watch you play Kingdom Hearts? Or when I couldn’t stop laughing at Kids Oasis?