Friendly reminder that anyone born between 1985-1998 didn’t get their hogwarts letter because Voldemort’s ministry wiped out the record of muggleborns

SOBBING

(Quelle: tracey-hummel, via fuckyeahharrypotter)

曾经

we wound up having class tonight at a friend’s church and for some reason, well, of course, it brought me back to all those times we used to spend hanging in der Kirche for entire days on end. when die Kirche was our freaking playground and we knew every nook and inch of it. 

i remembered all the little things i’d never given much thought to before: climbing and running through main audi and all the little rooms we used to play in before afternoon service when we were little; the back storage areas we had to access to get files back in the transparency days; lugging them up to sound room; having to write out the verses and race to find page numbers before the days of powerpoint; having to memories song numbers; hanging in sound room during service when we wanted to slack; sleeping in the creche during afternoon breaks because we were so exhausted from serving OL; post afternoon service snacks and fellowship at the foyer where we’d hang forever before finally going for dinner and then supper and desserts; having to go up to 5th floor to enlarge song sheets for cell and sticking them up on either office or 02-34 walls; the days i spent alone in our old theatrette at the keyboard when i was editing our entire songbook’s chords; the people at Soto Soto knowing my order so well that whenever i appeared all they had to ask was “一样?” which meant prawn noodle soup without prawns; browsing faithworks for every birthday… 

sometimes i still cant believe that all of those things are only memories now. mere memories of things i will never again do. 

i never in my wildest dreams imagined how much things would change, how they could come to this. 
it’s so surreal. 

maybe i am just a sentimental fool for feeling things so much and so deeply, always too deeply, but, 
we grew up together. 
we were Family. 

what happened? 
why was it so hard to agree to disagree, to allow diversity? 
in the end, all the years of relationship and love wasnt enough. nothing could stop the tide. nothing counted for anything anymore. 
Love wasnt enough. 
"约内的关系" meant nothing. 

i guess i was just a fool to ever have believed in ‘forever’. 

we move on, yes, but i have long given up on ever being able to forget. 

my favourite boy :)

my favourite boy :)

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RIP Vanderwaal.
you were one of the best parts of this show, i am so going to miss you.

God this just keeps going downhill and yet i keep watching.

(Quelle: untilwefindaway, via halebb)

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ravenchlaw:

The House Cup Network Challenge  New Beginnings

"Hogwarts was founded around 990 A.D. by two wizards and two witches: Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Salazar Slytherin. They each represented an aspect of personality that they wanted to bring out in new students."

OOOH yes, i would so watch Holli as Helga.

(via foundersofhogwarts)

annonavi-barocco:

 Intérieur de la Cathédrale Saint-Caprais d’Agen

HOW CAN ANYTHING BE SO GORG

annonavi-barocco:

 Intérieur de la Cathédrale Saint-Caprais d’Agen

HOW CAN ANYTHING BE SO GORG

(via lipstickinfamy)

allthingseurope:

Bode Museum, Berlin (by Nomadic Vision Photography)

favvvvvvvv museum of all timeeeeeeee.

allthingseurope:

Bode Museum, Berlin (by Nomadic Vision Photography)

favvvvvvvv museum of all timeeeeeeee.

6 Jahre später

so last night i was looking through my boxes of memorabilia. stacks and stacks of letters and cards- i kept them all. 

and yet, i kept nothing from you. not a single thing. 

all i found was a tiny little card with a short message behind that didnt even bear a signature. i can’t even be sure anymore that it was you. 

it’s as if none of it happened. zero evidence to prove that we were ever once us. 

it’s my fault, i know. i remember how i felt back then- i was so determined to erase even the faintest trace of what had been. 

i guess i did succeed. 

there is nothing left but the memories. 

that, and The necklace that for some reason, i still havent managed to bring myself to let go of. 

this is amazing

Translated

‘The more languages you speak, the more people you are.’

– Eastern European proverb

It’s true. You start as an actor,
rolling ‘r’s and memorising lines
that slowly shoulder their meaning.
At first, you do not wholly inhabit
these words on the page, you and they remain
impermeable.

The day you made yourself
understood at the station, a return
ticket to the next town, a shadow stepped out
of you like a double. No going back now.
Your teacher spoke of a skeleton,
the grammar that keeps your phrases standing straight.
Day by day and tense by tense you felt
your hips, spine, rib cage shift alignment,
reworking your body’s rigid syntax
into a strange new frame.

The drug was potent and you drank it down,
greedy for news bulletins that slid into focus,
exchanges in the street with strangers,
each new word devoured to feed your growing bones.
You grew fat on the unaccustomed language of cuisine,
sang along to songs in detested styles,
tasted the spice in old habits with this new tongue.
Conjunctions pumped through your veins,
your cells conjugated as you slept.
Nobody knew you here, the new you was you;
flirtatious, confrontational,
finding phrases you’d never have dared at home,
you redrafted yourself, liberated.

The night you passed, briefly, for a native,
the job seemed complete;
you surprised yourself in the mirror,
the smile strange, the clothes not your own.
The shadow was behind you, speaking in your mother tongue,
distant like a tape recording of a child.
It said, “Who are you?” and the words seared through you,
pierced to your lungs where your old self
struggled for breath and found
no words to reply.

- Olivia Hanks

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Favourite Books - The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern

“Our instructors do not understand how it is,” she says. “To be bound to someone in such a way. They are too old, too out of touch with their emotions. They no longer remember what it is to live and breathe within the world. They think it simple to pit any two people against each other. It is never simple. The other person becomes how you define your life, how you define yourself. They become as necessary as breathing. Then they expect the victor to continue on without that. It would be like pulling the Murray twins apart and expecting them to be the same. They would be whole but not complete. You love her, do you not?”

“More than anything in the world,” Marco says.

Tsukiko nods thoughtfully.

“My opponent’s name was Hinata,” she says. “Her skin smelled of ginger and cream. I loved her more than anything in the world, as well. On that cherry-blossom day, she set herself on fire. Ignited a pillar of flame and stepped into it as though it were water.”

(inspired by mmorrow’s magazine-type photosets)

x,x

OMG THIS IS GORG AND PERF.

FAVOURITE COMFORT BOOK OF ALL TIME.

(via hrodened)

riotslim:

pedro-martines:

iwishtoreportaburglary:

thefamilyphantom:

ihaveanarmy-wehaveatimelord:

karen-valentine:

chianina:

heyfunniest:


Someone get this guy a fucking medal.

They made birth control for men. However it never got past the clinical testing stage because its side effects were things like “moodiness, extreme cramping, hunger, increased sexual drive” and were considered INHUMANE.

what the fuck do they think women go through every goddamn month seriously

I’M SORRY MEN CAN’T HANDLE MENSTRATION

men are pussies

Men are not pussies because they can’t handle having one

Slowclappinginthedistance

The comments

hahaha just what i happened to be discussing with some friends over the weekend- we girls deal with all the shit.(also, hello, like the pills for females have No side effects? wtf.) 
guys are useless. end of discussion.

riotslim:

pedro-martines:

iwishtoreportaburglary:

thefamilyphantom:

ihaveanarmy-wehaveatimelord:

karen-valentine:

chianina:

heyfunniest:

image

Someone get this guy a fucking medal.

They made birth control for men. However it never got past the clinical testing stage because its side effects were things like “moodiness, extreme cramping, hunger, increased sexual drive” and were considered INHUMANE.

what the fuck do they think women go through every goddamn month seriously

I’M SORRY MEN CAN’T HANDLE MENSTRATION

men are pussies

Men are not pussies because they can’t handle having one

Slowclappinginthedistance

The comments

hahaha just what i happened to be discussing with some friends over the weekend- we girls deal with all the shit.
(also, hello, like the pills for females have No side effects? wtf.)

guys are useless. end of discussion.

(Quelle: tastefullyoffensive, via littlefoxigirl)

marcoereus:

I’m so tired of people telling me German is an “ugly, angry” language. When my German teacher tells us jokes it’s the sweetest, happiest language in the world. When I teach my father the word for daughter he smiles, repeating “Tochter” to himself until he gets it right, and in that moment German sounds like pride. There’s nothing angry or ugly about a language that never says goodbye, only “until we meet again.”

THIS.

(via deutschland-germany)

franerys:

katiebpeters:

chloereneeeee:

How many altos does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
None, they can’t get that high.

How many sopranos does it take to screw in a lightbulb?

One, she holds it up and waits for the world to revolve around her.

How many singers does it take to screw in a lightbulb?

Two. An alto to actually do it and a soprano to stand by and ask “isn’t that a little high for you?”

hahaha what.

(via choirconfessions)

mapsontheweb:

Transformation of The Holy Roman Empire

I MISS MY HT

mapsontheweb:

Transformation of The Holy Roman Empire

I MISS MY HT

(via deutschland-germany)

forgot i had more photos of this beauty.

forgot i had more photos of this beauty.