“Beauty is not long hair, skinny legs, tanned skin or perfect teeth. Beauty is the face of who cried and now smiles, beauty is the scar on your knee since you fell when you were a kid, beauty is the circles when love doesn’t let you sleep, beauty is the expression on the face when the alarm rings in the morning, it’s the melted makeup when you have a shower, it’s the laughter when you make a joke you’re the only one who can understand, beauty is meeting his gaze and stopping understanding, beauty is your gaze when you see him, it’s when you cry for all you paranoias, beauty is the lines marked by time. Beauty is what we feel in the inside which also shows outside us. Beauty is the marks the life leaves on us, all the kicks and the caresses the memories leave us. Beauty is letting yourself live.” ― Emma Watson
Same look and smile.
#god bless hermione granger who was thrust into a world that didn’t fully welcome her for what she was#but who took that world by the fucking balls and showed everyone who was in charge#god bless hermione granger who refused to let racist assholes ruin the magic for her#who could still smile like that even after shit started getting real#hermione who never met a puzzle she didn’t like#who broke the rules when it was important#who burned with ambition and intelligence and devotion and bravery#hermione who was taunted and tortured for her looks and her blood#by teachers and schoolmates and death eaters#whose abrasive know-it-all personality tended to tick a whole lot of people off#but who never apologized for any of these things#never apologized for who she was#never allowed her curiosity to be dampened or her beliefs to be put aside#god bless hermione granger who fought harder than anyone to carve out a place for herself#they could say or do whatever they liked#but she was hermione granger and she was a muggleborn#and she would be damned before she let anyone take that away#your faves could never(via jessicawakefields)
when is it going to be the other way round
does this count?
Oh, I think that one counts.
all the things i ship ★ april ludgate and andy dwyer
april, you are the most awesome person i have ever known in my entire life. i vow to protect you. from danger. and i don’t care if i have to fight an ultimate fighter, or a bear, or him. your mom. i would take them down. i’m getting mad right now even telling you. i wanna spend the rest of my life, every minute with you, and i am the luckiest man in the galaxy.
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses
— e.e. cummings (via observando)
the thing about being someone who’s never catcalled is that you start to wonder why like is it because im ugly???
and then you realize that youre judging your worth by whether or not you are objectifiable to a man and thats so fucked up like honestly its so fucked up
but the worst part about the patriarchy is that it still sits at the back of your mind regardless like “nobody thinks youre pretty because they dont see you as a sex object” like somehow thats a desirable thing and it fucks me up
I’m sorry I cannot wrap my mind around what is going on in Ferguson.
This is UNACCEPTABLE.
A silent protest in Love Park, downtown Philadelphia orchestrated by performance artists protesting the murder of Michael Brown in Ferguson. The onslaught of passerby’s wanting to take photos with the statue exemplifies the disconnect in American society. Simply frame out the dead body, and it doesn’t exist.
Here are some observations by one of the artists involved in the event:
I don’t know who any of these folks are.
They were tourists I presume.
But I heard most of what everything they said. A few lines in particular stood out. There’s one guy not featured in the photos. His friends were trying to get him to join the picture but he couldn’t take his eyes off the body.
"Something about this doesn’t feel right. I’m going to sit this one out, guys." "Com’on man… he’s already dead."
There were a billion little quips I heard today. Some broke my heart. Some restored my faith in humanity. There was an older white couple who wanted to take a picture under the statue.
The older gentleman: “Why do they have to always have to shove their politics down our throats.” Older woman: “They’re black kids, honey. They don’t have anything better to do.”
One woman even stepped over the body to get her picture. But as luck would have it the wind blew the caution tape and it got tangle around her foot. She had to stop and take the tape off. She still took her photo.
There was a guy who yelled at us… “We need more dead like them. Yay for the white man!”
"One young guy just cried and then gave me a hug and said ‘thank you. It’s nice to know SOMEBODY sees me.’
jesus fucking christ