I think this is the best thing I’ve ever read.
Do you ever wonder whether people would like you more or less if they could see inside you? …I always wonder about that. If people could see me the way I see myself—if they could live in my memories—would anyone, anyone, love me?
John Green (via lightyagaymi)
You’re a Disney princess who is just currently in the sad part of her feature film. It’s going to be okay.
How fascinating it is that there are millions of people all over the world who are wide awake at 4 am missing someone. And there are millions of people sound asleep at 4 am, with no idea that they’re being missed.
please come back (via nashviille)
things i’m emotionally attached to
- the one pair of jeans that fit perfectly
- a specific pencil or pen
- that really comfy sweater
- super comfy underwear that makes your butt look good
- drinking out of one specific mug
That half-hearted struggle to stop your relatives from giving you money.
“No no, really no, I won’t take it, please no…okay thanks.”
He’d said it again; he’d called her a Mudblood again. Though this time he said it with defiance and precision. It was a calculated blow, and it had been aimed to kill, not just wound. Yet with a roll of her eyes and a dark laugh she turned swiftly to face him, dropping James’ hand and stepping close to Snape. Fury burning in her eyes that could make anyone’s insides crawl.
“Never once in my life have I ever let someone else make me feel bad about myself. Not once. And then you come along and you say that word. You think that’s going to hurt me?” She snapped, she felt something shifting within her. She’d pushed this feeling to the side, ever since that day in fifth year. But now she wasn’t just hurt, she wasn’t broken – she was pissed off, “The word that you spit through your teeth like it burns your tongue and slices your lips. You say that word like you own it, like it’s your right to put someone else down with it. Well guess what, Snape? It’s not your word. It’s mine. That word is what pulses in my veins and makes you all feel so ill, and it is what I am and whom I’ve always been and you never used to have a problem with it. So don’t you dare, don’t you ever dare call me Mudblood again, because I remember when we were kids and you begged me; you begged me, to let you come to school with me, to be a muggle for just one day. You wanted so desperately to be like me – to be like a muggle-born.”
Snape was silent, his teeth gritted and his hands balled in fists by his side,
But she wasn’t done; she crossed her arms over her chest and scowled up at him,
“No. I won’t shut up. I want to hear it from you; I want to hear what it is exactly about muggle-borns that make us so despicable? Because I wasn’t despicable when you tried to kiss me in Hogsmeade. I wasn’t despicable when you –“
“You know what, let’s have a little test shall we. James, here – he’s a pureblood. It’s a long line of pure-bloods actually, The Potters. Not so sure about the Prince’s though, definitely not the Snape’s, that’s for damn sure. But here’s a fun little test of character. James, what do you call wizards and witches born to non-magical parents?”
She asked with an innocent expression, and as she turned to face James – and he decided that it was an expression he never wanted to see again. He’d seen Lily pissed off before, but he had never been on the receiving end of anger like this. And he didn’t envy Severus Snape in the slightest. She was on a warpath, and James had no intention of stopping her, but like a deer in the headlights he replied,
“No, no. Not that one,” She said, her voice sickly sweet as she smiled at him, “The other one.”
He froze, surely she wasn’t asking him to say it? He looked between Snape and Lily, and shook his head fiercely.
“No? Can’t say it. James Potter, one of the pureblood legacies. A boy who used to be a bully. An arrogant, childish, rude, entitled git, can’t say that one little word,” James rolled his eyes at the list, but it went unnoticed by the Slytherin and the redhead, who continued, “The same hollow word that you use to attack me, and everyone like me. James can’t say it, but you can. So go on, say it.” She said, her eyes were dark but there was a twisted grimace on her face, “Go on, Snape. Say it.”
Snape stared darkly back at her, his mouth in a thin line as he now refused to say those eight little letters.
“Gone all shy have you? That’s okay; I’ll say it for you. But remember, that I was your only friend, when no one else wanted to be. Remember what your best friend was,” She said with a smile that never reached her eyes, lacing her fingers with James’ in an act of defiance, “a Mudblood.”
MY GRANDMOTHER TRIED TO GO TO THE MOVIES YESTERDAY AND ACCIDENTALLY GOT CAUGHT UP IN THE CHICAGO GAY PRIDE PARADE AND SHE HAD THE TIME OF HER LIFE AND WANTS TO GO AS A FAMILY NEXT YEAR OH MY GOD