A very good way of going about explaining this issue. It’s good to see something positive come from Tumblr.
REBLOG THE SHIT OUT OF THIS.
And the reblog button was hit so quickly that it actually was reblogged BEFORE it was clicked
Will always reblog this.
I just like being girly. But what I like more, is having people noticing without minding. Just the fact that they’re aware of what I am and want to be without seeing anything but god old little me makes me happy, and most importantly, comfortable.
it kind of bothers me that after all this time people still dont understand how sorting works in harry potter
its not necessarily based on the characteristics you possess, its the ones you value, and that my friends is completely different. that is why the sorting hat considers your choice, otherwise why would he bother with your opinion
primary examples would be hermione, wormtail and lockhart
see also: neville
i will reblog this as many times as it takes me to stop finding this funny
Have i ever told you guys how much i absolutely adore corsets
The more we depend on women to prevent rape, the easier it is to blame them when it happens to them. Here’s a look at the well-documented ways we can actually stop rape. Maybe it’s time we invest a little more time and resources into implementing them before we send gallons of nail polish to colleges across the country.
i remember even just a year ago, i’d see pictures all the time of people with captions saying “i’m ugly” and stuff like that
but now, just about every day on my dash, it’s gotten to be like a thing where people will say “my hair looked super cute today” or “i’ve been feeling so body positive lately”
how awesome is that
Twenty years later, no one would remember the days that came just after the war. No one would remember how Ginny couldn’t bear to see her brothers’ faces, all of them reminding her too much of Fred’s. No one would remember how she shut the door of her room in Harry’s face, bile threatening to spill from her gut and eyes black in fury. No one would remember how much she had screamed and how much she had cried, not sleeping a single wink in weeks after, but still drawing whatever energy she had left to scream and curse and break fine china from the shelves.
The public eye never saw and never knew about throwing up stomach acid because there was nothing else left to throw up, but there was so much pain and disgust to force it. Nobody witnessed Harry breaking down the door and storming in with Ron - both of their faces she couldn’t look at - holding her hair and whispering in her ear that it would get better. Nobody knew how promising it sounded just then.
Ultimately, no would remember how big of a victory drinking a cup of tea was and no would remember how triumphant it was not to leave class because even the blackboard remembered you of fallen friends. Twenty years later, it would be forgotten. But healing was a war, and Ginny had won it.