1. glowcloud:

    hiphopfrightsplaque:

    "We live in a world where losing your phone is more dramatic than losing your virginity"

    Um ok but I don’t recall my virginity having 16 GB of memory with all my contacts, music, photos, calendars, and apps or costing over $200.

    my phone is an expensive and important material object and not a useless social construct put in place to shame and commodify women

    (Source: hiphopfightsplaque, via shadowedkitten)

     
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  3. theirs:

    jegusgogfuckass:

    did you kno that 10 million pounds of maple syrup was stolen from quebec

    10 million pounds

    1/3 of the government’s reserve

    like. how do you even steal 10 million pounds of maple syrup. where do you hide it. what would you even do with it

    why does the canadian government have a maple syrup reserve 

    (Source: officialplanetmars, via coeurs-rouges)

     
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  5. Older sibling logic

    (Source: out-in-the-open, via justcallme-molly)

     
  6. sophielostandfound:

    'four years of this shit. four years of trying to create a compelling character out of nothing and all i'm asked is about the character's love life or who has the best abs for the zillionth time. i should have jumped ship with crystal.'

    (Source: hoechilling, via brogitsune)

     

  7. thiccbitch:

    people need to understand that some people just don’t like talking it has nothing to do with u so don’t take it personally like some people just aren’t talkers and they’ll probably never text u first or initiate a conversation and it’s not because they don’t like u it’s just that they don’t think to say anything bc they’re comfortable with not saying anything

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  8. thatfunnyblog:

    Words. To. Live. By.

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  10. Anonymous said: what about regulus headcanons

    siriusblah:

    you’re here to kill me aren’t you i know you are

    • i feel like reg always always looked up to sirius even after he started to defy their parents etc.
    • like i can imagine him crawling into bed with sirius when they were really little and hiding under the covers together and sirius telling the most brilliant stories about dragons and phoenixes and faraway places
    • and reg wanted to grow up and be brave and funny and confident like his brother
    • but then sirius goes off to hogwarts and comes home a gryffindor and friends with blood traitors and half bloods
    • regulus hides under his bed as walburga screams and screams about dishonour and blasphemy and upholding the family name
    • sirius comes to find him later, with the shape of walburga’s ring blooming on his face, and tells reg being in gryffindor is the best thing ever, everyone should want to be in gryffindor, he’d been hoping ever since he met james potter on the train
    • sirius doesn’t have to live with their parents most of the time anymore, though, and regulus knows he isn’t brave enough or strong enough to stand against them like sirius has
    • so he plays the perfect son, making friends with the malfoys and the averys and the mulcibers, tormenting the muggleborns, sneering at half bloods, coating his room in green and silver to try and coax a smile out of his mother, trying to prove to his father that all hope isn’t lost, that he’s still left
    • he doesn’t speak to sirius over the summer, the only time he actually comes home, even though sirius tries to talk to him, tries to tell him that there’s another way, that he doesn’t have to listen to them
    • but sirius doesn’t understand, because sirius isn’t here most of the time; sirius doesn’t attend the dinners, where the adults discuss the rising death count with relish and bellatrix smirks across the table at him like he’s the next in line for something and there’s no way he can escape now.  he can feel it in their gazes, he knows too much, if he tries to follow his brother into the world of crimson and gold and good and right he will be dead
    • then sirius stops coming home at all and regulus feels glad even if he doesn’t want to, because part of him still wants to be sirius, like he had when they were eight and the world was no bigger than sirius’ wrought iron bed
    • but most of him knows that sirius is an anomaly, because how else can he describe sirius’ ability to leave all this hate and anger and darkness behind him?  regulus doesn’t know how to escape, the tendrils are holding him fast, and he isn’t strong like sirius is, he isn’t gryffindor like sirius is
    • regulus is a snake, stuck amongst other snakes
    • so the war comes, and regulus takes his place on the board, the ink burning on his arm
    • and he sees sirius a few times, dodging between bursts of green with a wild grin, but he never meets him, he always runs, because he cannot let his brother see him like this
    • when regulus finally loses hope for himself, for any chance at redemption, an opportunity presents itself.  he can wound voldemort, eat away at him from the inside of his trusted circle, and reg feels something bursting in his chest, something he can only describe as sirius
    • and his last thought as he lies on the cold stone, his death looming above him with a sneer, is hoping sirius would be proud