Cats Will See A Closed Door And They Will Be Like HELLO For The Love Of God HELLO And Then You Open It

So this happened :

@darcybeth it makes sense now i guess :p

hey everyone its april fools. but dont worry i dont have anything planned. just going to sit here and...

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Linkin Park, Castle of Glass

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"For my sake Dorian, don't break his heart"

"It will be as the prophecy foretold, I fear"

"No Dorian wait-"

"Forgive me."

I think a lot about how we as a culture have turned “forever” into the only acceptable definition of success.

Like… if you open a coffee shop and run it for a while and it makes you happy but then stuff gets too expensive and stressful and you want to do something else so you close it, it’s a “failed” business. If you write a book or two, then decide that you don’t actually want to keep doing that, you’re a “failed” writer. If you marry someone, and that marriage is good for a while, and then stops working and you get divorced, it’s a “failed” marriage.

The only acceptable “win condition” is “you keep doing that thing forever”. A friendship that lasts for a few years but then its time is done and you move on is considered less valuable or not a “real” friendship. A hobby that you do for a while and then are done with is a “phase” - or, alternatively, a “pity” that you don’t do that thing any more. A fandom is “dying” because people have had a lot of fun with it but are now moving on to other things.

I just think that something can be good, and also end, and that thing was still good. And it’s okay to be sad that it ended, too. But the idea that anything that ends is automatically less than this hypothetical eternal state of success… I don’t think that’s doing us any good at all.

Little Hufflepuff Things

⭑ Candies in glass jars

⭑ Chunky, hand knit blankets

⭑ Slapping people with sweater paws

 ⭑ Making hot drinks when sad

⭑ Pumpkin flavoured drinks/food

⭑ Pumpkin + vanilla candles

⭑ Stickers on notebooks

⭑ Warm food + blanket + movie = best night

⭑ Cutting fruit for friends

⭑ Swinging arms when holding hands

⭑ Calmly eating chips while listening to headbangers

⭑ Saying “hello little friend,” to every insect/animal

⭑ Except for the scary ones

⭑ Extra honey in tea

⭑ Laying in front of the fireplace

⭑ Jumping into snow

⭑ Singing really loud in the shower

⭑ Mismatched socks

⭑ Silly hair clips

⭑ Cooking videos at 3am

⭑ Making cookies for hours

⭑ Flour everywhere, messy apron

⭑ Milk moustaches

⭑ Knit sweaters and fuzzy socks

⭑ Big t-shirts as pjs

⭑ Scarves that almost cover their eyes

⭑ Moonlit walks and stargazing

i love that post thats like “never trust how you feel about your life after 9pm” that shit changed my life. every time i feel bad i look at the clock and i’m like Aha It’s 10:26 PM You Cannot Fucking Fool Me

undoubtedly the best thing i read all day

My brother cracked my rib one morning and gave me half of his orange in the evening.

I remember being younger and sometimes wishing to be a single child, to have all the attention and gifts and time but when he was away from home for the first time, I remember crying and stroking his side of the sofa as if blurting out my first wish- for him to be home, without thinking twice, without a shadow of doubt. Even the genie cried. Growing up with a sibling is like being the only people on a stranded boat, constantly figuring out how you can live with them and questioning how you could ever live without them.

One evening, in a fit of anger, I told him how I never wanted him to be my brother and he yelled that he didn't ask for it either. The air smelled like kerosene and my chest was filled with arsenic. I was raging and threw his favorite toy aeroplane down the window, 7 stories of guilt and shame. He cried all night and I wanted to cut off my right hand, the hand that hurt my baby brother. I didn't know if he was ever going to forgive me or even talk to me. The next morning at breakfast, he didn't look at me or say a word, I felt like my chest was about to explode and guilt clouded my vision. But then, I felt a hand quietly holding half of an orange my way.

The only people on a stranded boat. How do you live with them? How could you ever live without them?

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

the 1995 pride and prejudice is like. faithful adaptation. the best acting out of any p&p adaptation. beautiful costuming. also EXCESSIVELY horny.