chubby-bunnies:

honeybeys:

Pumpkin carving game strong

OMG

Brb going to HEB to buy pumpkins.

chubby-bunnies:

honeybeys:

Pumpkin carving game strong

OMG

Brb going to HEB to buy pumpkins.

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Besides, the world isn’t split into good people and Death Eaters. We’ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That’s who we really are. (isnp)

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That’s the problem with putting others first; you’ve taught them you come second.

read that, again. 

things I need to beat into my brain

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This is the rape joke:
My best friend was four years old the first time his father came into his room at midnight and tore out his throat. He still has days when I cannot hold him because the memory of a bleeding trachea haunts his doorway. He has not been home for the holidays in many years, but – even now – hands are seen as weapons.

This is the rape joke:
I have been told by more than twenty people that they have been raped. To all of them, I asked where the rapist was. From none of them, I heard ‘jail.’

This is the rape joke:
Once my brother told me that I was so ugly, I would be a virgin forever. Unless someone raped me. But even they wouldn’t come back for seconds.

This is the rape joke:
I believed him.

This is the rape joke:
I now look at every woman on the street and wonder if the space between her legs is a crime scene, surrounded by ripped caution tape. The statistics tell me that this is so common that I will never be in a room that does not contain a survivor. Not even if I am in that room alone.

This is the rape joke:
I was thirteen years old, and he was supposed to be just a friend.

This is the rape joke:
When his older brother came home, the boy pulled away. He wiped the tears from my face and said ‘we should do this again some time.’

This is the rape joke:
When I finally told my parents, they asked what I had been wearing.

This is the rape joke:
I had been wearing my innocence. My trust. I had worn the love I held for humanity and expected to be treated well. I had never been taught that I would be that girl, the one who keeps a mine of secrets between her legs – that girl was the slut. I wasn’t supposed to be breakable.
What had I been wearing? I wore the rape joke, then I became it.

This is the Rape Joke | d.a.s

After Lora Mathis’s poem “the Rape Joke

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Me, lately

Me, lately

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mymymoony:

Sirius in the Gryffindor common room, pretending he doesn’t have any History of Magic homework to do.

He would have been perfect as young Sirius! Sigh

mymymoony:

Sirius in the Gryffindor common room, pretending he doesn’t have any History of Magic homework to do.

He would have been perfect as young Sirius! Sigh


annie-leonhardt:

*hears someone mention my otp*

Someone did this to me basically on Twitter the other day and I was like THANK YOU ASLAN, finally someone to talk to about Wolfstar!