i’ll (hopefully) make some graphics again
people who dont flush the toilet must be eliminated
A photographer and a geologist photograph the Taal volcano erupting in the Philippines, April 1912.
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favorite disney movies | sleeping beauty (1959)
In a faraway land, long ago, there lived a King and his fair Queen. Many years they had longed for a child, and finally their wish was granted. A daughter was born, and they called her Aurora. Yes, they named her after the dawn, for she filled their lives with sunshine. Then a great holiday was proclaimed throughout the land, so that all of high or low estate could pay homage to the infant Princess. And our story begins on that most joyful day…
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As an English teacher, this made me weep tears of awestruck joy.
“I want the K” - 19. Forceful Kiss
an obituary for anxious girls who refuse the truth
"We’re lethal to each other, Malfoy," she whispers quietly, not because she’s lying - no, if anything, she is convinced. But loudness takes too much, and the war has taken enough already. And Hermione Granger, she can’t afford the weight of sound.
"You know that’s not the reason you’re leaving, and I’d be damned if you think that I don’t," he says, coldly, like winter and the place she saved him from, the place her descent is going to end. "I don’t deserve a lot of things, and I know I don’t deserve you, but if you walk out that door, you better bring everything with you because I’m not having your shit, Granger. I won’t have it."
"What do you want me to say?" she snaps, because there is anger. She thinks that if she holds on to that, she won’t have to hold on to him. And she wants to, she wants to stay, to forget that it hurts to look at him because she doesn’t want to save anyone anymore, she doesn’t think that by doing precisely that, she saves herself. She’s tired, already. She has the right to feel that, after everything. All her words spell the next and she’s not making sense so she has to go.
For a minute, Draco Malfoy is silent. All his nerve endings are shot, and his veins throb beneath his skin. Hermione knows he is angry, and she supposes he has every right to be. She knows that she’d let him be angry, it’s the least she can do. What she doesn’t know is that he is so close to realizing he loves her (maybe) and that he would know for sure if she’d just stay a while longer. She doesn’t know that he can save her this time, if she’d let him.
He grabs her by the waist and pulls her to him, catching her lips with ferocity and a plea he doesn’t know how to put into words. She doesn’t kiss him back instantly, but she can feel herself being forced into a posture that wants to. There is teeth and tongue and please stay, please stay.
He grips the back of her head to keep her in place, fingers entangling with hair, digging into his own skin in his blind pursuit to keep her with him, an uncontrolled concentration in the way he bites down her lips, draws blood, drinks her in.
There is a wounded sound from his throat and she orchestrates her actions around it, grips his shoulders, throws her head back as she feels his lips enumerating all his reasons across her jaw, down the side of her neck, feels heat and wetness as he signs his soul over to her. She fists the hair at the nape of his neck and swears to come back, i’d come back for you someday. But then he is gone, an inch, two from her skin and he is all heartbeat and hot breath when he whispers, “I want you to say that that didn’t feel anything, and then I’d let you go.”
When she opens her mouth, his face falls.
Note: Jel, someday, I’d be the kind of friend you deserve - one who writes you the prettiest things, one who has all the words you deserve to read, you deserve to feel over. Today is not that day. Sorry this is late, though, for what it’s worth.
Forget stardust—you are iron. Your blood is nothing but ferrous liquid. When you bleed, you reek of rust. It is iron that fills your heart and sits in your veins. And what is iron, really, unless it’s forged?
You are iron.
And you are strong.
ever wonder how different your life would be if that one thing never happened
i actually feed on intelligence
i love it when people know a lot about a lot of things
about music, films, religion, beliefs, history
i love listening to peoples opinions
i love big words
i want to suck in all these smart things like a sponge
i act so different around some people and it makes me mad like no no no this is not me u don’t understand