A work in progress:
I like to drive with the windows rolled down and the music turned up.
I love food, cooking and baking.
I love Disneyland and all things Disney.
I like anything pomegranate.
I like cars and drag racing.
I love Harry Potter.
Ravenclaw.
Half Greek.
Half Italian.
I've always wanted to learn about photography.
The beach is my favorite place to be.
Hoodies can make me instantly comfortable.
I need music in my life.
I believe everything happens for a reason.

RAVENCLAW
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revelation19:

musiqchild007:

revelation19:

This is 100% true

This tweet sounds as though introverts consume the souls of others before they engage in social events.

This is 100% true

revelation19:

musiqchild007:

revelation19:

This is 100% true

This tweet sounds as though introverts consume the souls of others before they engage in social events.

This is 100% true

(Source: blakebaggott)

temporaryusernameeee:

i think the worst thing about sadness is not the sadness itself. its the fact that you know happiness is awaiting for you, but you have no idea how to get there.

and i think thats why God appreciates sabr (patience) so much.

deadgirlshoes:

Imagine Teddy getting a howler from Tonks and he starts to freak out but when he opens it, it’s like

TEDDY GUESS WHAT, THE WEIRD SISTERS ARE COMING TO TOWN. PACK YOUR THINGS, SON, I ALREADY TALKED TO MCGONAGALL AND SHE SAID IT’S COOL. MERLIN’S PANTS I’M SO EXCITED. DON’T TELL ANYONE OKAY, MAYBE YOU SHOULDN’T TELL DAD EITHER. OH FUCK, IS THIS A HOWLER? I FUCKED UP, I FUCKED UP.

And Remus at the teachers table covering his face to hide his laughter.

alexandani:

Rings for days. #charmarmor #alexandani #rings #preciousmetals #positiveenergy

Oh boy, I’m gonna need a bunch of these

alexandani:

Rings for days. #charmarmor #alexandani #rings #preciousmetals #positiveenergy

Oh boy, I’m gonna need a bunch of these

You’ll need coffee shops and sunsets and road trips. Airplanes and passports and new songs and old songs, but people more than anything else. You will need other people and you will need to be that other person to someone else, a living breathing screaming invitation to believe better things.

Jamie Tworkowski (via aestheticintrovert)

(Source: quotethat)

doctorwho:

Doctor Who Takeover Week is in full-effect on BBC America, where Doctor Who episodes are airing all week with a slew of specials to accompany them. We talked about the Make Your Own Sunday poll last week where Whovians were able to vote on which episodes they’d want to see aired on Sunday, August 24th after the series 8 premiere on Saturday…and the results are in! 

9:00am: The Day of the Doctor10:40am: The Time of the Doctor12:00pm: The Christmas Invasion1:00pm: The Name of the Doctor2:00pm: The Empty Child3:00pm: Doomsday4:00pm: The Doctor’s Wife5:00pm: Journey’s End6:00pm: The Girl in the Fireplace7:00pm: Blink8:00pm: Vincent and The Doctor

To see the full schedule for Sunday and for the remainder of Doctor Who takeover week, head on over to the BBC America website. 

doctorwho:

Doctor Who Takeover Week is in full-effect on BBC America, where Doctor Who episodes are airing all week with a slew of specials to accompany them. We talked about the Make Your Own Sunday poll last week where Whovians were able to vote on which episodes they’d want to see aired on Sunday, August 24th after the series 8 premiere on Saturday…and the results are in! 

9:00am: The Day of the Doctor
10:40am: The Time of the Doctor
12:00pm: The Christmas Invasion
1:00pm: The Name of the Doctor
2:00pm: The Empty Child
3:00pm: Doomsday
4:00pm: The Doctor’s Wife
5:00pm: Journey’s End
6:00pm: The Girl in the Fireplace
7:00pm: Blink
8:00pm: Vincent and The Doctor

To see the full schedule for Sunday and for the remainder of Doctor Who takeover week, head on over to the BBC America website. 

It’s Monday. I’m going home at 6pm and a middle aged man and a teenage boy are the only people left on the bus with me. I consider the fact that because the driver is also a man I am the only person left on the bus with the correct genetic makeup for boobs. I’m automatically scared, scared because of my own anatomy. I wonder how old I was when I realized that my own body was going to be the cause of the constant anxiety and fear I feel in situations like this. I get off at the last stop and the older man smiles at me while following me up the street. His smile drips, drips, drips and my heart is pounding, pounding, pounding. He turns off down another road, but I run the rest of the way home.

Not all men.

I’m at home on a Tuesday, beginning to plan the travels I want to go on next year. I dream of wandering the streets and meeting strangers. I just can’t wait to escape the city I’ve lived in for 17 long years. But… my mum is hesitant. She’s forever worried about the danger that being a young girl traveling alone can bring. I’ll be alone and she’s scared. Surely I’m invincible. I feel invincible. But I know, I know this danger is real and I can’t help but think to myself, if I feel unsafe in my own city, how am i going to feel in a strange place with strange men who don’t speak the same language as me? If I was my brother planning this, I would probably just be wondering if European girls are going to be hot.

Not all men.

Wednesday is a beautiful sunny day but I’ve always been told that I don’t have a “nice enough body” to wear a bikini on the beach. Ever since I was 6 years old I’ve thought that having tummy fat was ugly. That skin that doesn’t have a perfectly golden glow is undesirable. I amble to a clear patch of sand in my one piece and I can feel pairs of eyes latching onto me. Hairy men in speedos who I don’t look twice at eat into my body with their stares. I’m a piece of meat. I am a piece of meat? I am here for their amusement. Please don’t let me be eaten alive.

Not all men.

Thursday night two friends and I are walking to our god damn school dance when we hear “Jesus look at you! You sluts heading to a pole?” These words snarl out of the mouth of a respectably dressed man and we stop in horror. Shivers roll up my back in fear. It’s dark. We are alone. What. Do. We. Do??? One of us pulls the finger back. I can never be sure how quickly a sexist man can get angry so we walk quickly away. We’re angry, so so angry. But also so… deflated. I wonder if we deserve this shame.

Not all men.

Sitting on the internet, Friday night and scrolling down my Facebook newsfeed:

“Haha, good job at the game today bro. You RAPED them!”
“Damn with tits like that, you’re asking for it :P”

Another sexist comment…
Another sexist comment…
Another sexist comment…

I’m shrinking and shrinking and shrinking and I want to CRY because these boys don’t realize how small they make me feel with just pressing a few keys. I see these boys on the streets, I talk to these boys, I laugh with these boys. Dear GOD, dear GOD i hope these boys don’t think actions speak louder than words…

Not all men.

Three rules that have been drilled into me since I was young run through my mind at 1.30am on a Satur… Sunday Morning:

-Don’t ever talk to strange men
-Don’t ever be alone at night in a strange place
-Don’t ever get into a car with a stranger

I break all 3 of these laws as I pull open the taxi door. Making light conversation with the driver, he doesn’t see my sweaty hand clutching the small pocket knife I keep hidden on me at all times. He doesn’t even realize the fear I feel at his mere presence. He cannot comprehend it, he never will. How easy would this 15 minute car ride be if I was born a boy?

Not all men.

It comes to Sunday, another snoozy, sleepy, Sunday and someone has the AUDACITY to tell me not all men are rapists. I say nothing.

I’m a 17 year old girl.
When I am walking alone and it’s dark, it’s all men.
When I am in a car with a man I don’t know well, it’s all men.
When men drunkenly leer at me on the streets, it’s all men.
When a boy won’t leave me alone at a party, it’s all men.

Not all men are rapists. But for a young girl like me? Every one of them has the potential to be.

Not.
All.
Men.

a piece i wrote for an english assignment about my personal experiences with rape culture, in particular with the saying “not all men” which i know has been makin a lot of controversy on the internet recently! idk just wanted to share (via trueho)

I am almost in tears because this hit me so hard

(via badgorlbribri)

on the ice bucket challenge

nofunphillips:

my dad died from ALS when i was 3 years old. he was 36. my mom was 33. that was 30 years ago. now i’m the same age my mom was when my dad died. and there is still no cure for ALS. 

this is what happens when you have ALS: your muscles slowly stop working, one part at a time. for my dad, first he couldn’t use one of his hands. then his arm. then the other arm. then he couldn’t walk. then he couldn’t stand up. then he couldn’t talk. then he couldn’t swallow. then he couldn’t breathe. then he was dead.

this all took about two years. he was diagnosed when i was about one year old. the only memories i have about my dad are of an inert body in a wheelchair or lying in a bed with a bunch of tubes stuck into it. as i was learning to talk, he was losing the ability to speak. as i was learning to walk, he stopped being able to move. my mom often had to choose between who she was going to help go to the bathroom at any given moment: her husband or her toddler.

after my dad died, my mom took over the philadelphia chapter of the ALS association. it consisted of a shoebox full of notecards with names on it. now it is a multi-million dollar organization with a large staff. she is still in charge. my mom is one of the most amazing people on the planet, basically.

these past couple weeks have been mind-boggling. i have openly wept watching so many of these videos. i still don’t completely get how all of this has happened, but now we live in a world in which lil wayne and taylor swift and oprah and justin timberlake and weird al and bill gates talk about ALS. my mom just emailed me this sentence: “lebron james ice bucket challenge.” i mean, IS THIS REAL LIFE?! i just keep saying over and over: holy shit. holy shit. holy shit.

so far, it has raised over 10 million dollars… and counting. my mom has spent every single day of her life for the past three decades trying to get this kind of attention and funds for this disease.

i don’t care if it’s a stupid gimmick. i don’t care if people are just doing this because it’s trendy or because they want pats on the back. i don’t care if it’s the new harlem shake. i don’t care if for the rest of my life, when i talk about ALS, i have to say “you know, the ice bucket disease.”

please, everybody, please keep pouring buckets of ice over your heads. please keep donating money. please keep talking about this.

my mom’s chapter:

http://www.alsphiladelphia.org/