explaining anxiety is the fucking worst because you feel like an idiot for being bothered by the things that bother you but it’s such an intense fear right at your core so you have to go through all of these other levels of yourself to try and get someone else to understand it
Today I met a 6 year old named Nox.
Either that’s a name I’d never heard of or the Harry Potter generation is having babies, skipping character names and going straight for the spells.
A CHILD NAMED JELLY LEGS JINX
Writers are pretentious and
every time one tells me that my
writing is too subtle / not simple /
overrated / uninsightful— I want
to rip their pens right from their
clean hands and show them the
ink that I’ve spent my nights
You are allowed to rhyme,
College is viewed as a necessity, yet priced as a luxury.
don’t believe any boy who says “i’m not like other guys” unless he has snow-white hair, glowin green eyes and can walk through walls, disappear and fly
Carl Henegan (via maxkirin)
This is brilliant acting right here. You can see the EXACT moment he sees Harry and realizes that he has his mother’s eyes. You can see what Snape was thinking; the moment he sees Harry, he probably just thought that he was going to be arrogant, immature, and exactly like how James Potter used to be.
But then Harry turns his face and looks at him. They make eye contact, and the realization hits him like a ton of bricks. He has Lily’s eyes.
And let’s not forget this was the first movie. Bravo Alan Rickman.
I just heard a girl outside yell “PARKOUR” really loudly immediately followed by a dull thud on the ground and a softer “ugh” and I’m laughing really hard
do you live in Toronto because this might have been me about 2 hours ago jumping down from a fence dressed as Bro Strider