Gryffindor.

Gryffindor.

The only house I know I will never be.

discussion:

which Hogwarts house do you think you’d be LEAST suited for?

♪ mmmmm oh my god, stop fucking lying ~ ♪

Everytime I read a Drarry fic and someone addresses Harry’s Obsession of Draco. This amazing song starts playing in my head lol [x] // Please do not repost nor remove captions

one thing I don’t think people realize is that in arguments about human rights, it’s not about trying to persuade the other party. it’s not about them at all. they’ve already made up their mind.

it’s about persuading the audience.

if I call out my teacher on being homophobic I’m not trying to change his opinion. I’m trying to convince any closeted kids in the room that they’re not the monsters he’s made them out to be.

if I argue with my aunt about how racist she’s being it’s not because I expect to change her mind. it’s because I’m hoping to god my cousin’s kids hear and learn that maybe skin color doesn’t mean what she says it means.

people will try to hush you and say “they’re not going to change their minds, don’t bother” but it’s not about them. it was never about them.

Wtf

They think man are another race? Or, idk, higher beings with no vulnerability?

Sorry to ruin your ignorance, but bad things are not exclusivity.

Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t

Tomorrow and it's shitness

It's strange to me. So so strange.

There is a certain fear, that is always constant. That only naive people or children don't have. And even then, some exceptions exist.

The fear of the tomorrow, of the future.

It doesn't hurt, because it can't. Not to me, at least.

I always thought that I had a lot of responsibilities.

I didn't.

I don't.

I dont fell fear from the tomorrow, because I don't need to. Not now.

I trust blindly that tomorrow is going to be normal. Maybe okay, maybe not okay.

But... normal.

It's strange to me. So so strange.

That after all this time, I only noticed now. And that surprise me, because I felt that fear once.

Even if it was weak, blurred. I felt. And even if it was weak or blurred. It was big, and overwhelming.

And this time, and only this time.

I am glad i forgot what it fell like.