Rhythm of Life

omg, the mcswarek scene, ajglkjasdflkj, i can’t even, omg, the feels

alwaysactually:

lusilly:

some muggleborn like “i want to be an astronaut when i grow up!”

wizard kids like “wtf is an astronaut”

"oh you know…the people who go to the moon"

andthatlittleblackdress:

I HATE that pre-interview feeling where you’re like “damn I hope I get the job for the money” but then also “this job is rly gonna cut into my wallowing in self pity time tbh”

got tagged by thesecretlostpetcityonthemoon for the 6 selfies challenge. I tag all of you because it seems like a lot of work right now. sorry :/

cherrybombkisses:

artdeko:

Poetry.

omg

cherrybombkisses:

artdeko:

Poetry.

omg

equiuszahhak:

BEWARE: smoking weed can have dangerous side effects, such as never shutting the fuck up about the fact you smoke weed

puff-to-tuff:

These are just the right mix of douchy and nerdy I was looking for.

buttonpoetry:

Ollie Renee Schminkey - “How to Love Your Body in Ten Easy Steps” (CUPSI 2014)

"Call it self-hate. Call it ‘I just need an alone day.’ Take an alone day every day."

Performing for Macalester College during prelims at the 2014 College Unions Poetry Slam Invitational.

marauders4evr:

Hesitation

All eyes were turned to the squirming boy on the stool. The hat was partially covering his face but they could see his worried frown. The seconds seemed to crawl by.

Sirius Black was especially interested in this student. He could barely see over the cluster of heads. He half-rose from his seat, only to be stopped by a comforting hand on his shoulder. James gave him a sympathetic look and Sirius sank back down, realizing that there was nothing he could do.

By now, a good minute had passed. A smile slowly spread across Sirius’ face, as if the verdict had already been announced.

Finally, the hat came to life and a single word echoed though the hall:

"SLYTHERIN!"

He sadly nodded and James squeezed his shoulder. And yet, despite his sorrow, Sirius continued to smile as Regulus toook the hat off and raced over to the table clad in green and grey.

"Sorry, mate," Remus murmured.

Sirius waved his hand and remarked, “Ah, I knew that he was going to get sorted into Slytherin.”

His friends stared at him, unable to hide their confusion.

"Then," Peter whispered, "Why are you smiling?"

"Because," Sirius proudly said, "The hat hesitated."