this looks like a trailer for a romantic comedy where gandalf is the beautiful protagonist who must choose which attractive leading man he wants to end up with

(Source: dontgigglesherlock)

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It seems like the first rule of magic, or at least the first limitation mentioned, is usually ‘you can’t bring back the dead.’

And I know it makes sense from a writing standpoint, but I also wonder if it comes from somewhere else. If that’s just the first, most common human response to hearing that magic is possible.

Maybe the first question was, ‘Are the dead still going to stay dead?’ for so long that people stopped needing to say it, that it just got answered right away. Yes, the world will still hurt. Chin up, you can make fire from your fingertips. Maybe you can hurt it back.

(Reblogged from ahumanhurricane)


private property is not the same thing as personal possessions

private property is not the same thing as personal possessions

private property is not the same thing as personal possessions

the abolition of private property means that the resources and machinery that a community needs in order to function are owned by the community as a whole

the abolition of private property does not mean you need to share your t-shirt with the whole neighbourhood

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my sister just tried to ask me if i wanted to go to bed but instead it came out “Do you need to use the sleep?”

and then she just kinda looked really horrified at herself and whispered

"Maybe i need to use the sleep"

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laying on the grass sounds so nice until you realize there are bugs and dirt everywhere

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how to tell your friend you can’t hang out



I’m sorry, but I’ve fell straight 
from my high horse and landed
on my head. 


Forgive me, but my sadness
needs me. Call me back when
my skin stops scabbing.


Not today, I slept in all day.
Maybe tomorrow when I repeat 
the same mistake.


I’ve got anxiety wearing my bones
thin; mom told me to eat more


I’ve got a lot of work to do, but
I’ll make sure to give you a ring
when it still isn’t done.


My imaginary friend got sick. Said
I’ve been spending too much time
holding real hands. 


I’m hung-over from a long night of
missing someone who could never
miss me. 


I’m not lying this time. I promise I’m
not who I’ve been pretending to be.

(Reblogged from brayofheart)


do you ever think about the judges for the triwizard tournament trying to figure out who to kidnap for the second task

like they’re all just sitting in dumbledore’s office and karkaroff goes “well word on the street says that krum has a crush on that granger girl”

"damn," says dumbledore, "I wanted harry to rescue her. well, what about the delightful miss chang?"

"no," says bagman, "we’ve got her down for diggory"

"stop sinking my ships," says dumbledore

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I enjoy controlled loneliness. I like wandering around the city alone. I’m not afraid of coming back to an empty flat and lying down in an empty bed. I’m afraid of having no one to miss, of having no one to love.
Kuba Wojewodzki, Polish journalist and comedian (via wordsthat-speak)
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You killed her because, finally, when you could have saved her, when you could have gone away with her, when you could have been thinking about her, you were thinking about yourself … It is in this blazing moment that you finally understand the trap of the dark side, the final cruelty of the Sith - because now yourself is all you will ever have.

(Source: maesterfili)

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