My Life As A Red Head

My name is Jamie. I love Harry Potter and 30 rock. I listen to a lot of pop punk. I am starting a 2 year program for my MSW. I am Fat, Queer, & happily taken. Whenever things get too rough you can find me in my bed watching Parks and Recreation.

[sourwolfsam]

Gryffindors are bright mornings, leaves dripping in gold. They’re the trailblazers, unafraid of the road ahead. They’re laughing so loud your stomach hurts, the knowledge that your friends are right behind you wherever you go. They’re ice skating with someone you love, clinging on to them for dear life. They’re make-believe games with quests and dragons and swords pointing at the sky. They’re rosy cheeks, winter winds and freezing hands. They’re the adrenaline when a plane takes off, the drop at the top of a rollercoaster. They’re delighted screams and freedom, the wind through your hair. They’re panting, pillow fights, feathers bursting into the air. They’re finger painting and festivals and burning sunsets. They’re the burn in your lung after chasing something you’ll never be able to catch. 

Hufflepuffs are honey and flowers and the soft autumn sun. They’re knitted jumpers and scarves and soft tan boots. They’re fresh air and nature, the sound of birds singing. They’re rolling down a hill in the spring, grass stains on your knees, daisy chains in your hair. They’re waving at someone across a crowded room, bright smiles and laughter. They’re coming home after a long day and seeing your family. They’re playing fetch with your dog, your cat weaving between your feet. They’re fluffy socks and song birds and kraft notebooks with hand drawn patterns. They’re throw cushions on a bed, a tiny cottage surrounded by wilderness. They’re the ground beneath your feet, the air that you breathe. They’re the light you chase when you thought you’d never see the morning. 

Ravenclaws are leather bound books and overstocked libraries. They’re waking up at two am to google that thing that’s bugging you. They’re journals with half the words crossed out, scribbles and ink stains and missing pages. They’re stretching when you’ve been hunched over all day, rolling off the edge of a bed, burrowing in blankets. They’re torch light and held breaths and reverent whispers. They’re the entire night sky and everything beyond it; the embodiment of the universe. They’re desperate searches and hidden castles and ghost stories by firelight. They’re the mystery of a dark corridor, the force of a whirlwind. They’re the excitement of discovery, the rustle of crunched up paper. They’re the last whisper before you fall asleep. 

Slytherins are foggy hillsides and picturesque landscapes. They’re hand written love notes and subtle glances across a classroom. They’re black boots, long coats, buttons done up to the top. They’re tipping your head back to breathe the air, kicking up stones on a deserted path. They’re mirrored lakes, everything below the surface. They’re the confidence to get something right, the feel of magic in your fingertips. They’re holding your breath underwater, pretending to be a mermaid when you swim. They’re finding that one song that makes you want to create a storm. They’re the chill in the breeze, the force in the tide. They’re enchanted forests and lingering glances and long drives. They’re the lightning and the thunder and everything in between. 

[lucyelizabeth]

Okay for real though, if you’re feeling sad or depressed or anxious or feel like there’s no point to anything, read this. It’ll help remind you of why this life is worth fighting for.

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Peony

[electrictattoos]

Alena Chun

[vertaserum]

harry potter houses and nature

[ms-mandy-m]

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[huthor]

Moncler f/w 13

[louismiserables]

the absolute strangest part of Straight Culture™ is the widespread idea that men and women can’t be friends and it’s so offensive to me?? like this idea that a man can’t possibly enjoy a woman’s company unless they’re Banging and Romancing is not only grossly heteronormative, it’s also quite frankly misogynist and i for one am extremely tired

[mitten]

[pvffskein]

hogwarts aesthetics - hufflepuff

gryffindor,  ravenclaw, slytherin

[mynewurl]

have you ever just cried because you’re you

[jamiesofar-blog]

Historians on Sexuality

Het Historian: Well, as passionate as these letters between two people of the same sex are, we can't be sure that they were anything more than friends. They can't be considered what we now call call 'gay', because obviously they were married to someone of the opposite gender and that means they were obviously heterosexual.

Queer community: *looks into the camera like they're on the Office*

[1000drawings]

by Nader Sharaf 

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Olga Nekrasova

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thought of you.

[serializedcomics]

[postcolonialfeminist]

Audre Lorde argues throughout her work that we should not be protected from what hurts. We have to work and struggle not so much to feel hurt but to notice what causes hurt, which means unlearning what we have learned not to notice. We have to do this work if we are to produce critical understandings of how violence, as a relation of force and harm, is directed toward some bodies and not others.

Sara Ahmed ‘The Promise of Happiness’ (via mehreenkasana)

[steviemcfly]

Plus, and I’m about to go to sleep so I won’t be around for the messages I get about this, Michael Jackson 100% did what he was accused of doing. I wish it wasn’t so, because he’s one of the most brilliant musical artists of all time without question or doubt and because he had some smart shit to say on race issues, but the whole thing about the kids recanting was made up for a chain e-mail and the FBI released like twenty-five years of evidence after he died (including vintage child porn, child porn filmed at Neverland Ranch, investigations dating back to 1985–eight years before the first public allegations, witness statements, former friends and employees saying he was obsessed with child porn, and so on). And he spent $35 million to keep twenty-four victims from speaking to the media.

Like, he did it. It doesn’t change the fact that he made Thriller, just like Roman Polanski still made Rosemary’s Baby and Chinatown, and Cosby made The Cosby Show and A Different World. Bad people can, and frequently do, make good art. How that colors your experience of that art is completely personal, but loving that art doesn’t change what its creators did.

Michael Jackson’s influence on music (in and out of his own genre) and culture at large can’t be denied or overstated, but he was still guilty as hell.

[kashmiris-deactivated20170711]

This is a great post I’m really glad someone made it. I never did the research but I always knew he was guilty. Honestly do not trust people who tell you otherwise. I’m really glad someone made this. Let’s remember the victims who have been hurt for life because of Jackson, who are overshadowed because of Michael Jackson’s ridiculous and ignorant fan base.