my new neighbors are the worst.
they’ve flooded their bathroom, and caused water damage and dripping in my bathroom TWICE today. i’m pretty sure it was them who set off the fire alarm at midnight. and they continue to stomp, run, and jump around despite it now being one in the fucking morning. they’ve done this until 3am every night this week.
I HOPE YOU MOVE AWAY. IMMEDIATELY>
Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1961)
One of my favourite things about Harry Potter is that Harry is such an unreliable narrator, not because he’s lying, but because he was so oblivious, just about anything could be going on under his nose and he wouldn’t even notice. It’s great because it supports basically every headcanon. Like, no, Harry would not have noticed if Sirius and Remus were dating, I know he’s The Chosen One but he’s about as perspective as a pile of bricks.
my new upstairs neighbors grow more annoying. they have a child, who thinks running and jumping are cool. they’re not, kid. especially when you live on the second floor. mummy and daddy should have gotten a first floor apartment for you.
I welcome you.
thank you darling face. :) winter is coming.
oh no. new neighbors are moving in. at 10:30 at night.
this is going to go so well, i can tell.