onehappykarla: looulost: theartrogue: purestlight: whysodapper: sherlockscones: thealmightyllama: proudofchris: little-miss-starkid: accio-lifee: i-say-no-to-status-quo: GUYS DO IT, THERE ARE SO MANY OPTIONS. “You have your llama’s eyes.” “Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the llama.“ ;) Of course it’s happening inside your llama Harry, but why on earth should that mean its not real? “The llama had not pained Harry for Nineteen years. All was well.” “There’s no need to call me llama, Professor.” Voldemort is my past, present and llama The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure. Thoughts are not etched on the inside of skulls, to be perused by an llama. The mind is a complex and many-layered thing. Just because you’ve got the emotional range of a llama. ^ EVERYBODY GO THE FUCK HOME, WE’RE DONE HERE Now I’m going to go to bed, before either of you come up with another brilliant idea to get us killed, or worse, llama’d. Think my name’s funny, do you? No need to ask yours. Red hair… and a hand-me-down robe. You must be a llama.  The llama that lived comes to die.

onehappykarla:

looulost:

theartrogue:

purestlight:

whysodapper:

sherlockscones:

thealmightyllama:

proudofchris:

little-miss-starkid:

accio-lifee:

i-say-no-to-status-quo:

GUYS DO IT, THERE ARE SO MANY OPTIONS.

“You have your llama’s eyes.”

“Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the llama.“ ;)

Of course it’s happening inside your llama Harry, but why on earth should that mean its not real?

“The llama had not pained Harry for Nineteen years. All was well.”

“There’s no need to call me llama, Professor.”

Voldemort is my past, present and llama

The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure. Thoughts are not etched on the inside of skulls, to be perused by an llama. The mind is a complex and many-layered thing.

Just because you’ve got the emotional range of a llama.

^ EVERYBODY GO THE FUCK HOME, WE’RE DONE HERE

Now I’m going to go to bed, before either of you come up with another brilliant idea to get us killed, or worse, llama’d.

Think my name’s funny, do you? No need to ask yours. Red hair… and a hand-me-down robe. You must be a llama. 

The llama that lived comes to die.