somanyfeelingssolittletime:

do you think that when fred and george started hogwarts all the teachers were like “ahh more weasleys. lovely. their brothers were such good students i’m sure they’ll be just the same.” and then the twins walked into their first class and just SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKERS

When I was young, I expected people to give me more than they could—continuous friendship, permanent emotion.
Now I have learned to expect less of them than they can give—a silent companionship. And their emotions, their friendship, and noble gestures keep their full miraculous value in my eyes; wholly the fruit of grace.

nokturnal:

blue-sirens:

rudy-talk-back:

gfreeke:

Always reblog

I’m emotional

Omg

ALWAYS

(Source: chriscanandwill)

antronaut:

Arno De Pooter - Untitled project 

*watches a movie*
*sees a dog*
me:if something happens to that dog I sWEAR TO GOD
thequeenandthephoenix:

oh my fucking god

thequeenandthephoenix:

oh my fucking god

(Source: vaginal-erection)

ifyouaintdutchyouaintmuch:

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

(Source: puppiiies)

Today there was a huge outpouring of love at Emerson because a student died last night. I feel as detached from everyone as ever. Also this confirms the fact that even when I think about how being dead might be better, it would disrupt people in a negative way so I could never do it. My ripples and energies need to be positive to make up for what a shit person I am. It’s the only way that I can maybe someday make peace with myself.

happywater:

hey how you doin lil mama lemme whisper in yo ear

iwriteaboutfeminism:

The community releases balloons into the sky in remembrance of VonDerrit Myers.

Thursday, October 9th