gryffindor-headcanons:

167. Most students who suffer from anxiety belong to gryffindor because every day is a testament of their bravery even when they might not feel like it all the time

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marauders-groupie:

Gryffindor girls who have no patience for mild and instead embrace everything that is loud and wild and on fire. They wouldn’t understand chill even if it hit them in the face – they are roaring young blood, their kisses loud, cheek pecks that leave lipstick stains, their laughter is 4^th of July fireworks, they don’t know how to breathe if their lungs aren’t catching fire.

Yes, they are brave, but they are alive, too, and that is so much more important. Imagine alive, imagine the top of a rollercoaster ride, imagine exploding into a moment and staying there forever.

They are Icarus girls, always flying a little too close to the sun but even falling into the sea is better than never having kissed the sky.

You don’t know what love is until a Gryffindor girl has loved you, pulling collars and leaving marks like a permanent reminder, until it felt like waiting for the sun to go down and going skinny-dipping in the lake, like the memories of childhood with first kisses and first bruises and the first time you have ever had a dream you’d fight for, live for, and die for. 

Some Gryffindor girls never bruise their knuckles on someone else’s cheekbones and some walk around believing that they would be better suited in a different house. Sorting Hat makes mistakes, sure. And then their friends pet their hair, promise to give them the world and life is good and gold and red and it spills over them like honey.

“Do you know why you belong in Gryffindor?” a friend asks them just before the dawn, when the world is fraying at the corners. It’s good, it’s good, it is so good.

“Why?”

Fingers easy when they press to their collarbones. Something is aflutter in her ribcage and this Gryffindor girl wants to shatter into stars, not even her bones enough to keep her down. They are straining because she ought to be flying.

“Because your voice trembles and still you speak.”

“Because your heart will always be the best of you.”

“Because you’ve got a lion’s roar lodged in your throat and when the world finally hears it, it will be brought to its knees.”