Sometimes I get hungry so I find some food to make and while I’m waiting for it to cook I eat food because I’m hungry but then by the time my food is all cooked I’m not hungry anymore because I ate food while I was waiting for my food to cook so then I have all this food but I’m not hungry and I don’t know what to do with the food but I already put effort into making this food so I don’t want my energy to go to waste so I eat the food anyway and by that point I’m super full because I ate all the food and that is why my life is stressful
I love how he watches her. Like he’s not even paying attention to what she’s trying to teach him on the piano. He’s realizing that he loves her. The frumpy, frizzy, geeky girl who annoyed him to no end in the beginning. He’s seen past her surface imperfections, and he is truly in love with her. The way his eyes flicker from one spot on her face to the next, he’s memorizing her this way. She’s calm, she’s teaching him, she’s gentle, and she’s beautiful. They are in the middle of a war and outrunning death. This is the first time they’ve stopped to just be in months. He wants to remember her like this forever. He knows something bad could happen to either of them any moment. While she’s showing him how to play the piano, he’s content just watching her. And that’s why they’re my OTP.
one day i was eating string cheese and my roommate came in the room and was like “…..It smells of cheese. Get rid of it.”
so now when she pisses me off i just pull out my secret arsenal of cheese and she leaves the room
the secret arsenal of cheese
So I had a dream last night. It was an amazing dream.
Greg Lestrade and Sirius Black were in love with each other.
They had nicknames for each other.
“Greyhound” and “Moonbeam”.
I ship it.
Sometimes I cry at the lack of Harry Potter on my dash.
wholocked-me-in-my-mindpalace:
Hitler flirting with Eva Braun.
I don’t know how this makes me feel
It makes me feel very uncomfortable
You know what’s so uncomfortable about this? It shows that perhaps one of the most evil men in history, was a human being. That, on occasion, he could be nice, even flirty. That’s not all. You want to see evil people as evil, screaming horrible stuff over a desk with 20 microphones with 20, 000 people saluting them. The evil is clear and recognizable then. This shows a completely different image, it scares you because that means that evil isn’t a stereotype, that evil is not recognizable, that evil could be anyone. It scares you because this shows that could be lurking inside anyone and you’ll never ever know. Maybe in you?
i reblogged this literally like 2 minutes ago, but i want this version because of that comment ^
That comment is one of my favorite post commentaries, because it’s completely right. People aren’t inherently evil. Like good, it’s a role they grow and live into. We have just as much potential to destroy as this man exhibited. And it’s a very eye opening experience to realize that.
does anyone even remember that one time hitler attended that luncheon between world leaders, some guests of which even included china’s socialist leader as well as Stalin. And then when they were ordering, everyone was gladly ordering impressive dishes one after the other, but Hitler placed an order for barley tea and a pheasant (considered a peasant’s meal by standard). When he was questioned as to why he would order something like this in something as grand as a world leader’s congress, he replied,
“I don’t smoke when my people cannot smoke, and I cannot eat when my people are going hungry.”
He wasn’t evil for its own sake, let’s try to remember that despite the countless murders, but for a moment, he did actually believe he was doing something for the good of his countrymen.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE
No, he’s right. Hitler, though extremely wrong in his views, did everything for what he thought would better the lives of his people. It was wrong. It was disgustingly, horribly wrong. But he did not do it because it was evil and he was evil. He did it because he believed it would help Germany and those who needed a better life. Those who don’t understand or even try to understand the human brain will always label men like him as ‘evil’ because it is easier to accept. But he wasn’t ‘evil.’ He felt love and loyalty and responsibilities. He simply took these aspects and morphed them into a twisted, violent thing.
Tumblr is probably the only place we could have this conversation and not be lynched.
oh my god reblogging if only for the last comment
this is literally the best thing on tumblr
ALL. OF. THESE. THINGS.
YOU. ARE. ALL. AMAZING.
NEVER. LIMIT. YOURSELF.
This is all of the true. I need, like, a daily reminder of how true this is.
House Love
- How to Love Your Gryffindor: They're idealists. It really is the thought that counts. Make the big gesture. Send flowers to them at work. Write them a poem. Volunteer at their favorite cause. Make them dinner. Sing them a love song, even if - especially if - you suck, at singing, because then your Love is overriding what Everyone Else Says. Do something romantic in public. Go overboard. Tell them they're the kind of love that you read about in storybooks. Tell them they're special. Make them feel Romanced.
- How to Love Your Hufflepuff: It's all about the togetherness, the commitment, being in the same groove. Spend time with them, even if it's inconvenient. Cuddles and back rubs. Stay in bed together an extra twenty minutes on your day off. Get to know their friends/family. Become at least familiar with their fandoms. Make something together. Try something new together. Tell them your life would be gutted without them in it. Tell them they're beautiful when they're in sloppy clothes. Take care of them. Make them feel accepted.
- How to Love Your Ravenclaw: They want it concrete. Do a chore for them that they hate. Let them know you deleted your ex off Facebook for them. Memorize their favorite things and important dates. Keep souveniers. Ask them what they want, don't assume. If they are enthusiastic about a subject, make at least an effort to learn about it. Communicate, communicate, communicate. Ravenclaws panic if they have to guess what you're feeling/thinking. Show them they matter, don't just tell them.
- How to Love Your Slytherin: They want to feel important. Get them something frivolous or a little luxury, even if just whipped cream on their coffee. Send them to a spa for a day, or set up a makeshift one in your room. Leave them little coupons they can redeem for kisses/hugs/time/sex when they want or need it. Ask them what they need. Don't ever attack them for spending too much time on their clothes/appearance. Ask them about themselves. Give them "me time." Pamper them.
