anxiouspineapples:

sunlit days

Harry Potter Houses as Movies : Gryffindor

Woah, this is so beautiful!

steviemcfly:

Imagine you’re being beaten with a stick. Your parents were beaten with that stick. Your grandparents were beaten with that stick. They were beaten a lot more than you. These days, the beatings don’t come nearly as often, but they still happen and are still awful.

One day, you snatch the stick. You decide you’re going to use it to scratch your back. The person who’s been beating you (and their family members and friends, who weren’t beating you but did nothing to stop the beatings) asks for the stick back. You say no. They get angry. Why should you get to use the stick when they can’t?

Because we’re fucking sick of being hit with the stick. We like it better being used to scratch our backs. And you can promise up and down all day that you’ll only use the stick to scratch our backs, but don’t be surprised when we don’t believe you. Especially because you’re probably not the first person to ask us for their stick back, and many of us made the mistake of handing it back the first time.

“I’m married to an orthopedic surgeon, and I’m staring at my bone.”

PoA → DH2

wolfsbanecrimson:

This is a doodle of my dear, dear Puff friend and fellow mum of Zuko, Charlie. Charlie is an incredibly tenacious, intelligent, and all around lovely individual… much like a certain Earthbender. I, myself, appreciate and hold family dear and can be quite motherly, much like a Waterbender who’s friends with that Earthbender.

And so, this was born.

Charlie, you’re wonderful and I’m glad to know you. :’)

Omg you are the sweetest and  I’m so honored and happy and I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO MY WHOLE BRAIN IS CRYING

zombieinmybutt:

wizcoylifa:

what if humans lost all their skin every winter and walked around as skeletons and the trees get pissed when they have to rake all our skin off their lawns

how high are you

icedtea-for-elephants:

I was one of those really insecure little girls.

I hated my hair because it wasn’t “good” like the white girls’s in my class.

I hated my skin color because it wasn’t light like the pretty white girls’s on TV.

I hated everything about myself

My nose was too big.

My eyes were too brown.

My hair wasn’t long and blonde.

My mom had to buy books to read to me about loving myself.

Let me tell you the saddest part of this:

I remember feeling this way when I was as young as six years old.

When a six year old feels inadequate and ugly because of the way she looks… something she CANNOT change, there is a mother fucking problem in society.

You could say “Hey, maybe it’s not society. Maybe it’s the way you were raised. Blah blah blah.”

No. It’s society. Because I am not the first and surely not the last black child to feel that way about themselves. I am one of many, many, many. It’s so sad. There needs to be a change.

drappleluv:

Love is like a fairytale!!