that girl u just called fat? that’s a plant. u need glasses
me: capitalism is crushing me. i am barely surviving. i am full of toxic resentment. i want revenge.
No but can you just imagine Mrs Weasley getting to the magical afterlife one day and the first thing she sees is a girl with red hair sprinting towards her.
For a fleeting moment she thinks it’s Ginny, but as the girl comes closer she recognises the kind smile and the emerald eyes that are shining with tears. It’s Lily Potter.
Lily pulls Mrs Weasley into a tight hug and can only whisper three words before dissolving into tears.
"Thank you, Molly."
#no but like #they’re both just reeling in each other’s presence #emma has spent such a long time resisting her feelings #and killian has spent just as long desperate to open up her heart the way she has his #and now #now they have all the time in the world #just breathing each other in #the other is really there #actually there #actually wants them #after so long #they finally just HAVE each other (onceuponamirror)
→ swan + anastasia.
“home, love, family,
i will never be complete until i f i n d you.”
It honestly breaks my heart to think that somewhere in the world right now, Jennifer Lawrence (in addition to multiple other women) may very well be crying her eyes out because her privacy has been greatly compromised in one of the most awful ways possible. This is so fucking disgusting and whoever did this is a fucking low-life pig.
a list of things i’d rather have leak than celebrity nudes:
- Mockingjay trailer
- 3 hour footage of adorable puppies and kittens
- Bastille’s next five albums
- codes to get free things
- the tires on Parez Hilton’s car
- anything that doesn’t dehumanize another person on this planet
One of the first things they ask you in the ER is to rate your pain on a scale from 1 to 10. I’ve been asked this question hundreds of times and I remember once, when I couldn’t catch my breath and I felt like my chest was on fire, the nurse asked me to rate the pain. Though I couldn’t speak, I held up 9 fingers. Later, when I started feeling better, the nurse came in and she called me a fighter. “You know how I know?” she said, “You called a 10 a 9.” But that wasn’t the truth.
I didn’t call it a 9 because I was brave. The reason I called it a 9 was because I was saving my 10…and this was it.
those jeans are clinging on for dear life and it’s annoying the shit out of me;so much hip going on;like shit another inch or so and the base would be on show son;you can’t be pulling this kind of stuff;you just can’t;
Those pants and Chris’s button up shirts need to form a support group for abused clothing.
"What if women had minstrel cycles instead of menstrual cycles? You’d just have a guy with a lute follow you around for a week every month and play you songs constantly?"-My boyfriend (via thecarrionlibrarian)
Important things for non-black tumblr users:
not every trendy phrase you see on here is for you to use. in fact, lots of the words i see floating around on here are actually aave (african american vernacular english) and when you use it and you’re…
Mother: that's not gonna get me any notes you little disappointment