Tonight I feel like the moon.
Filled with shadows
A sliver of myself
Simply a fraction
Grasping at former glory.
Australian, Hufflepuff, 20, Bisexual, ENFP, full-on female fanatic, feminist and Nerdfighter.
Other stuff: soccer, psychology, books, food, rainbows & laughter.
it’s okay ❀ a feel better mix for girls
girls have it rough sometimes. whether it’s society, people, or just life getting you down, this mix is a gentle reminder that you are not alone, that better times are on their way and, in the meantime, it’s okay to not be okay. // or, ten upbeat songs sung by girls for girls ✿
o1. pony (it’s ok) - erin mccarley
o2. gonna get over you - sara bareilles
o3. merry happy - kate nash
o4. fidelity - regina spektor
o5. boyfriend (cover) - marina and the diamonds
o6. lost girls - tilly and the wall
o7. much too long now - the sounds
o8. secrets - mary lambert
o9. golden baby - cœur de pirate
1o. place for us - the mummers
can you imagine what would happen if arthur weasley discovered google
The Harry Potter books are set in the early 90’s. I bet that he discovered the Internet around 2000, and was captivated. He probably spent years getting the Ministry to adopt wi-fi, and now he spends his lunch breaks perusing Wikipedia. At home he has a state-of-the-art computer rig with like four massive monitors and he marathons “How It’s Made” on Netflix.
This is the one time of year that I love wasps.
Not because the wasps themselves get any nicer. They’re horrid little creatures year round. No, it’s because I have a couple of big apple trees out back, and late August, early September is when the apples start ripening.
Now, if you don’t harvest your own fruit, there are two things you need to know about apples.
The first thing you need to know about apples is that, when apples get ripe, they tend to fall from the tree at the slightest breeze.
I often work late at the office; by the time I get home, there are piles of apples scattered everywhere - and sure enough, the wasps are out in force, gorging themselves on the fruit. When I go to clean up the windfallen apples, the wasps naturally do the “rawr, I’ma fuck you up!” routine for which wasps are known.
The second thing you need to know about apples is that they ferment very rapidly in the late August heat.
So: the wasps try to come at me, but they’re too drunk to fly. They get about an inch off the ground, then faceplant directly into the turf, flip over onto their backs, and lay there, legs twitching in the air as they try in vain to find something to sting.
Perhaps I’m a man of simple pleasures, but I bust up laughing every. single. time.
*whispers* Mulan, Merida, and Rapunzel didn’t have men saving them
*regular voice* Lilo and Nani’s sisterly love for each other was a big point in their movie
*slightly aggravated voice* Enchanted questioned marrying a man you hardly know
*shouting* FROZEN ISN’T THE FIRST DISNEY MOVIE TO HAVE THESE POINTS
The thing about this is that sculptures like these in art history were for the male gaze. Photoshop a phone to it and suddenly she’s seen as vain and conceited. That’s why I’m 100% for selfie culture because apparently men can gawk at women but when we realize how beautiful we are we’re suddenly full of ourselves…