You Know That Feeling...

You know that feeling...

When you’re really passionate about something

And you want people to know it

And then someone asks you to explain why you love it

And you just...

Can’t put it into words

Because...

There are none to describe it

And then you look dumb

And nobody takes you seriously about it

And you keep that thing you’re passionate about

Tucked deep inside you

So that only you can see it

Yeah...

Who decided we have to give up pure and wholesome things just to grow up? Sleeping with a little Pikachu plushie does not mean I don’t also make my own doctor appointments.

*someone posts selfie* wow they’re kinda attracti—

*remembers teenagers are on this site*

*checks op’s bio, they’re a minor*

what a sweet kid…a cute bean… you deserve only good things…be happy and safe little muffin… I wonder if I could pull off that eyeliner…

Ladies, you know how we can’t fit more than a single tube of lip balm into the pockets of most of our clothing for reasons that remain unsatisfactory to us all? 

Tonight I learned that, back in the days when women’s pockets were separate articles of clothing worn tied around the waist under the skirt, one woman was convicted of theft for PUTTING A WHOLE DUCK INTO EACH POCKET AND WALKING AWAY WITH THEM. 

My jeans won’t even hold my keys comfortably. We have been robbed of the joy of surreptitiously stealing large and ungainly objects including waterfowl, dammit!

hogwarts houses

Hufflepuff

whatever you do, keep making art. write in clichés. paint in colours that are too bright. speak in poetry. sketch everything. allow yourself to make mistakes. grow. hold tight to it when everything goes wrong - whatever else happens, you’ll always have the art.