Being a “product of their times” is no excuse. Never let someone off the hook for bigotry.
I love when you become so close with someone that you can see parts of each other in one another and you begin to say the same things and steal lines from one another and have a similar sense of humor and can exchange an inside joke with just a glance you don’t even have to talk because you have such a strong connection with them and you can sit in comfortable silence but also talk for hours it’s really hard to find that kind of compatibility
"I killed Sirius Black! I killed Sirius Black!"
Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.
*organizes life at 3am*