regalia-of-wisdom:

bedlamsbard:

The difference between learning a modern language and an ancient language is that in first year French you learn “Where is the bathroom?” and “How do I get to the train station?” and in first year Attic Greek or Latin you learn “I have judged you worthy of death” and “The tyrant had everyone in the city killed.”

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xthecoldfrontx:

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xthecoldfrontx:

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hummeline:

Just want to point out that this exists as a full song.

giants0rbiting:

I LITERALLY THINK THIS EVERY TIME THE SONG COMES ON

giants0rbiting:

I LITERALLY THINK THIS EVERY TIME THE SONG COMES ON

(Source: ratladyme)

seachangeprogram:

Love this image from the Repeal Hyde Art Project!

seachangeprogram:

Love this image from the Repeal Hyde Art Project!

beccaliving:

Just a reminder that tattoos don’t have to mean anything. They do not require some intricate and moving backstory. Some people just appreciate having art on their skin…it’s as simple as that.

(Source: beccaradiating)

Viva GlamRihanna for M.A.C.

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malformalady:

A man fixes plants on the facade of a house in Hoyerswerda, Germany, on September 18, 2014.
Photo credit: Arno Burgi/AFP/Getty Images

malformalady:

A man fixes plants on the facade of a house in Hoyerswerda, Germany, on September 18, 2014.

Photo credit: Arno Burgi/AFP/Getty Images

looneytoonz242:

tepitome:

Cake

I want the Sorting Hat cake

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meter-ten:

jamieaiken919:

lilyhatesjazzhands:

shutupaubrey:

team “i wore this yesterday but i’m going to a different place so it doesn’t matter”

team “I wore this yesterday but I wore it under a jacket so I can wear it again, no one will know”

team “I’m going to wear these jeans until I spill something noticeable on them”

college

professortennant:

the war is over and everyone is clamoring around harry, “what do you want to do now? what’s next?”

and the daily prophet expects him to say something about making a run for minister; ron expects him to say something about pursuing his career as an auror; hermione hopes he says something about returning to hogwarts to finish out his seventh year.

what nobody expects is for harry to look at them all, shrug his shoulder and say, “i want to learn how to bake a birthday cake.”

and there’s a stunned silence because this is what their hero wants to do in the aftermath of the war? bake?

so harry pockets his wand, turns on his heels, grabs hermione and ron’s hands, and they disparate to a small cottage they stayed at while they were on the run—just outside the forest of dean.

and they bake like muggles, flour on their cheeks and sugar in their hair, egg whites sticking to their fingers and frosting all over the countertop. 

they’re piled around the rickety kitchen table and it’s ron who questions it, “why baking, mate?”

and hermione sees that shy smile of his again, sees his shoulders hunch and tense as if he’s scared to share something, and then he takes a deep breath, “i wanted to know what it was like to do something normal. i wanted…i wanted a birthday cake for me. just for me. i did my job. i did what i was meant to do. but…i just wanted to something for me. is-is that alright?”

and hermione covers his hand with hers and ron puts an arm around his shoulder, “yeah, mate. it’s more than alright.”

trust-me-im-satan:

when people start getting close to your friends

image

im-horngry:

foodsforus:

Peanut Butter Cup Blondies

Yes