Hagrid and his swag moto
With a deafening crash, like a thunderclap, Hagrid landed in the Dursleys' garden, and the pink gleam of his attire seemed to eclipse even the twilight, making the lawn shimmer like a disco ball under spotlights. Beside him, glimmering and shimmering in the evening gloom, stood a huge, magnificent pink motorcycle, with chrome details casting whimsical reflections, and handlebars adorned with crystals that sparkled like precious gems in the moonlight.
it may seem like a stretch, but it’s thoughts like this that catch my troubled (mailbox) head when you’re away when i am missing you to death. idk. but i made a lot of mailbox pictures. i love mailboxes. and snail mail, and the postal service. and the postal service, and the postal service. when i come back i’ll dedicate this account to the postal service. even though ben gibbard is kind of a pos. he sure is cute, and knows how to write some shitty music that i really love.
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