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Kaylie, 23. Lincoln, Nebraska.

[sandandglass]

The Half Hour S05E09 – Emily Heller

[seincast]

New Yorkers stop to watch the “Seinfeld” finale in Times Square - May 14, 1998

[catastrophepins]

[magnass]

[notabadday]

[beingbreannaleigh]

“I’m a non-Christian living the South, I can’t even go to a god damn potluck without having to thank some space fairy for the broccoli casserole, and honey, it makes me a little uncomfortable.”

I’m WHEEZING.

This is me at every family gathering.

[w-canvas]

[drahgons]

you know this feeling when you watch any harry potter movie and hedwig’s theme begins to play or you read any of the books and you read the first sentence and you just get this harry potter feeling like you’re finally coming home and everything around you just melts away and you get lost in the most comforting way

[culturenlifestyle]

The Most Regal, Friendly and Fluffy Kitten In The World Is Named Aurora

Aurora is a unique and elegant cat with pristine snow white fur and sparkling blue eyes. 

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[npr]

So majestic! 😻 -Emily

[thatsthat24]

I agree with Emily.

[lasshoe]

[marisatomay]

I love when a piece of music is so beautiful that I can feel my soul ascending and I just want to collapse into the floor

[steveinaspeedo]

[refurbthecat]

Refurb is such an elegant lady. She does all the things that any elegant, classy, dignified lady would do:

Moves through the house with poise and grace

Sassy-yet-charming, not afraid to let you know what’s on her mind

Licks her feet to keep them clean

Eats spiders

[alpacinoss]

house aesthetics

hufflepuff: big warm cups of tea or coffee, sucking on a piece of candy and savoring the sweetness, eating s’mores and feeling the stickiness of marshmallows on your fingers, freshly picked flowers, the warmth of a tight hug, long train rides, a home-cooked meal, bright and clear eyes, birds singing in the morning, girls braiding each other’s hair, candles, dancing the night away, cushy armchairs, warm colors, linking pinkies, freckles, cats purring, strawberries and peaches, handmade quilts, baking with an apron on and flour everywhere, sunshine all around you

ravenclaw: marble statutes, stars shining in the night sky, the rustle of parchment paper, brass telescopes, curling up with a new book, the ache in your hands after writing for a long stretch of time, steady rain, paris, mirrors, spending the afternoon in an art museum, strange trinkets and tools splayed across a room, winding staircases, puzzles, period films, tapping a pen impatiently, old books on odd subjects, licking an envelope before sending it, ancient mythology, long baths, messy buns, classical music, humming while you work, creating something the world has never seen before

slytherin: the sweet and biting scent of lemons, hair pulled into a tight ponytail, the shine of a black high heel, red edits marked on black ink, the knowing look between two people who share an inside joke, winter, greenhouses filled with plants, lightning illuminated against the sky, Adidas sneakers, the feeling when you finish a difficult task, red lipstick, dark fairy tales, the scent of freshly mowed grass, standing up for those you care about, mint, sweeping film scores, big cities, black coffee, craggy rocks overlooking the sea, the satisfying first bite of a crisp apple, the deep yearning to do something great 

gryffindor: the crackle of a warm fire, imaginations filled with dragons and knights and glory, the scent of fresh popcorn, laughing so hard your sides hurt, worn baseball caps, chocolate, snow ball fights that turn from fun to competitive quicker than you can blink, labrador retrievers, high fives and fist bumps and pats of congratulation, flushed faces, knit sweaters, the roar of a lion, flannel pajamas, cheering loudly for your favorite sports team, holding the door for someone, apple pie, the drop on a roller coaster, fall leaves crunching beneath your feet, large breakfasts, mischievous smiles, 80s music, rumbling stomachs, falling asleep with a smile on your face

[lorelaidanes-deactivated2017051]

gilmore girls meme: [¾] relationships » lorelai gilmore and sookie st. james

Do you think we’ll still be friends when we’re dead? I will if you will.

[cowboyhudsons]

[inkskinned]

When you are hurting, there will always be people who find a way to make it about themselves. If you break your wrist, they’ll complain about a sprained ankle. If you are sad, they’re sadder. If you’re asking for help, they’ll demand more attention. Here is a fact: I was in a hospital and sobbing into my palms when a woman approached me and asked why I was making so much noise and I managed to stutter that my best friend shot himself in the head and now he was 100% certified dead and she made this little grunt and had the nerve to tell me, “Well now you made me sad.” When you get angry, there are going to be people who ask you to shut up and sit down, and they’re not going to do it nicely. Theirs are the faces that turn bright red before you have a chance to finish your sentence. They won’t ask you to explain yourself. They’ll be mad that you’re mad and that will be their whole reason alone. Here is a fact: I was in an alleyway a few weeks ago, stroking my friend’s back as she vomited fourteen tequila shots. “I hate men,” she wheezed as her sides heaved, “I hate all of them.” I braided her hair so it wouldn’t get caught in the mess. I didn’t correct her and reply that she does in fact love her father and her little brother too, that there are strangers she has yet to meet that will be better for her than any of her shitty ex-boyfriends, that half of our group of friends identifies as male - I could hear each of her bruises in those words and I didn’t ask her to soften the blow when she was trying to buff them out of her skin. She doesn’t hate all men. She never did. She had the misfortune to be overheard by a drunk guy in an ill-fitting suit, a boy trying to look like a man and leering down my dress as he stormed towards us. “Fuck you, lady,” he said, “Fuck you. Not all men are evil, you know.” “Thanks,” I told him dryly, pulling on her hand, trying to get her inside again, “See you.” He followed us. Wouldn’t stop shouting. How dare she get mad. How dare she was hurting. “It’s hard for me too!” he yowled after us. “With fuckers like you, how’s a guy supposed to live?” Here’s a fact: my father is Cuban and my genes repeat his. Once one of my teachers looked at my heritage and said, “Your skin doesn’t look dirty enough to be a Mexican.” When my cheeks grew pink and my tongue dried up, someone else in the classroom stood up. “You can’t say that,” he said, “That’s fucking racist. We could report you for that.” Our teacher turned vicious. “You wanna fail this class? Go ahead. Report me. I was joking. It’s my word against yours. I hate kids like you. You think you’ve got all the power - you don’t. I do.” Later that kid and I became close friends and we skipped class to do anything else and the two of us were lying on our backs staring up at the sky and as we talked about that moment, he sighed, “I hate white people.” His girlfriend is white and so is his mom. I reached out until my fingers were resting in the warmth of his palm. He spoke up each time our teacher said something shitty. He failed the class. I stayed silent. I got the A but I wish that I didn’t. Here is a fact: I think gender is a social construct and people that want to tell others what defines it just haven’t done their homework. I personally happen to have the luck of the draw and am the same gender as my sex, which basically just means society leaves me alone about this one particular thing. Until I met Alex, who said he hated cis people. My throat closed up. I’m not good at confrontation. I avoided him because I didn’t want to bother him. One day I was going on a walk and I found him behind our school, bleeding out of the side of his mouth. The only thing I really know is how to patch people up. He winced when the antibacterial cream went across his new wounds. “I hate cis people,” he said weakly. I looked at him and pushed his hair back from his head. “I understand why you do.” Here is a fact: anger is a secondary emotion. Anger is how people stop themselves from hurting. Anger is how people stop themselves by empathizing. It is easy for the drunken man to be mad at my friend. If he says “Hey, fuck you, lady,” he doesn’t have to worry about what’s so wrong about men. It’s easy for my teacher to fail the kids who speak up. If we’re just smart-ass students, it’s not his fault we fuck up. It’s easy for me to hate Alex for labeling me as dangerous when I’ve never hurt someone a day in my life. But I’m safe in my skin and his life is at risk just by going to the bathroom. I understand why he says things like that. I finally do. There’s a difference between the spread of hatred and the frustration of people who are hurting. The thing is, when you are broken, there will always be someone who says “I’m worse, stop talking.” There will always be people who are mad you’re trying to steal the attention. There will always be people who get mad at the same time as you do - they hate being challenged. It changes the rules. I say I hate all Mondays but my sister was born on one and she’s the greatest joy I have ever known. I say I hate brown but it’s really just the word and how it turns your mouth down - the colour is my hair and my eyes and my favorite sweater. I say I hate pineapple but I still try it again every Easter, just to see if it stings less this year. It’s okay to be sad when you hear someone generalize a group you’re in. But instead of assuming they’re evil and filled with hatred, maybe ask them why they think that way - who knows, you might just end up with a new and kind friend.

By telling the oppressed that their anger is unjustified, you allow the oppression to continue. I know it’s hard to stay calm. I know it’s scary. But you’re coming from the safe place and they aren’t. Just please … Try to be more understanding. /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)

EVERYBODY READ THIS. RIGHT NOW.

(via miriamforster)

Don’t forget the fear. Anger is easier than fear.

(via delilahsdawson)