The other night, I had a dream that I got on an airplane and then it landed inside the WWoHP theme park and it was so exciting and then I wake up and it’s all I can think about. Yeah, it happened in June, on the 18th, the day after my birthday (and the day of my dad’s birthday), but I’m still sad that I missed the opening. We were considering going in August, but with Florida’s sticky weather, it was “out of the question”. Looking at pictures of the park makes me sad and yet, I can’t stop. I feel like crying because I want to go so bad. I feel like a pregnant woman who cries about nothing. My aunt and I were obsessing over the park at dinner tonight. I think I’m going to re-read the last 2 or 3 books in the series (and actually finish the 7th). I’m going to miss the midnight book release parties at Barnes & Noble, now hat they’re over. I love Harry Potter so much. SO MUCH. I want butterbeer and pumpkin juice and treacle tarts and a Gryffindor scarf and a wand and to walk through Hogsmeade and Zonko’s Trick Shop and I want to go so badly. Spring break. Spring break. Spring break. Maybe I’ll pitch that idea to my parents.
Every single one of your photos has no credit. Nice blog.
False statement, but you obviously haven’t taken the time to look through it, and you clearly haven’t read my disclaimer and post on sourcing. If I have the source to a picture, it’s set on a click-through link, so try clicking on it next time. Oh, and thanks, I like it, too.