Just be fucking honest about how you feel about people while you’re alive.
Anchors are weird thing to have when you are a human. Some are mental. Some are physical. You get lucky enough sometimes where they are actually another person. You’ve been with them so long you don’t know how hard life was without them. The second you lose that person is truly the most hearty wrenching thing someone can go through. That’s when you test how really strong you actually are. It is hard being your own anchor in times of need but it something all go through. It gets better. I promise you.
if ur sad do not fear friend i am sending puppies to help u
I quite fancy Hufflepuff, actually. I’ve always thought, in Hufflepuff they always spend the day making stuff with safety scissors and glitter.