And there are never really endings, happy or otherwise. Things keep going on, they overlap and blur, your story is part of your sister’s story is part of many other stories, and there is no telling where any of them may lead.
What's the deal with the whole box thing? It started off as a joke between some friends- that I live in the box because I'm a straight-forward think-inside-the-box type of person, but it's come to mean something more to me. Life in the box is the embodiment of my life. This is where I post pretty pictures I love and reblog things from the fandoms (a large and diverse group) that I love.
imagine Tonks and Lupin in bed, and he’s the little spoon and he turns round to kiss her only to find she’s metamorphasized her face into Snape’s and he screams and she laughs so hard she falls out the bed