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thebrownwizard-deactivated20190

oliver wood is such an underrated character in harry potter he’s so funny man all he cares about is quidditch he literally sobs everytime they win and would rather have dementors get harry than lose a match his dialogue is so amusing i love u oliver wood

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Today I was sitting across the table from the guy I’m dating and watched a Tinder notification pop up on his phone and then watched him awkwardly hide his phone and it was like a metaphor for my life. 

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moncts
I hope that you never, not even for one second, become a secondary character in your own story.

My spanish teacher, giving me some life advice I didn’t know I needed. (via moncts)

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divalocity

Glamour Women: Dancer Michaela DePrince for Glamour Magazine August 2015 

Photography by Alique

Stylist: Sonny Groo

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itssesp-deactivated20190814

mosquitoes had the nerve…the audacity…the unmitigated gall…to come into my home…where i pay the bills…and suck the blood out of my veins…veins i’ve had for 22 years…

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itssesp-deactivated20190814

“I lived without out a computer and cell phone when I was your age.”

yeah well YOUR parents lived without a microwave and the polio vaccine but I don’t see you giving that up

breaking news: parents have seen this post and in retaliation have begun to give up polio and other vaccines

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blahlicia

*Nicki Minaj speaks candidly on misogynoir in the industry not directing the blame at anyone*

Taylor Swift: Damned if I do, damned if I don’t. Why don’t you go hang out with Beyonce or something

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The sadness starts in my stomach— too familiar to be nausea. No, it feels like slow poison, like decades of swallowing depression. I know better than anyone else, I have always been toxic to myself. The apathy waterfalls down from my back, into my legs, gets heavier and heavier, until my feet are blocks of concrete and I am settling into the brick and mortar: a front row seat to my home’s foundations. With a spot like this, why would I ever want to leave? Anxiety is an IV drip, too thick to go easy into my veins. It’s always just under the skin. It’s always the worst kind of electricity. But the love— the love I have always carried in my teeth. They say you have to love yourself before you can love anyone else. It’s not because you won’t know how to. Or because you don’t deserve to. It’s because love is not enough to un-hate yourself, and no matter how much they feed you, it will taste like a lie you force down with sugar. You will look for the day it sours. You will leave it in the heat and curdle it yourself. And you will blame them. Depression is not the Big Bad Wolf. He doesn’t knock at the door, blow the house down. The monsters under the bed aren’t half as scary as the gaping nothing that opened like a sinkhole just under my chest. Depression has always been the stomach ache that never quits, the uninvited guest in my body. Depression is like the feeling when someone talks shit about your best friend, but you’re too much of a coward to defend them. It’s like that. Over and over again. Some days are just bad days. I don’t always do right by the people around me. I can’t even do right by myself, yet.

ANATOMY OF A RELAPSE by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)

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