REBLOG IF YOU HONESTLY THOUGHT YOU’D NEVER GET...
agentiantojones: Hey, people, reblog this if you’re an English major. I keep seeing people who love books on my dash, and I’m curious to see how many of us are in college majoring in English. Hope you’re having a lovely day. :)
BLOGWARTS: If the HP characters were on tumblr...
Harry Potter: stream of angry texts posts a la "MY LIFE SUCKS. MY PARENTS ARE DEAD, MY MENTORS ARE DEAD, MY OWL IS DEAD MY WAND IS BROKEN AND MY SCAR HURTS."
Ron Weasley: food porn blog
Hermione Granger: social justice SPEW blogger calling people out on their bullshit. "let the elves decide whether they are house or garden. check yo privelege."
Ginny Weasley: "day 394-I am not yet dating harry potter" + gifsets dedicated to his scar.
Luna Lovegood: the nightblogger.
Draco Malfoy: hipster blogger
Filch: reblogs pictures/videos/gifs of cats.
Hagrid: the fluffy chicken girl-"if i get 700,000 notes my headmaster said I could get a chimera."
McGonagall: that one person who ruins everyones fun text posts.
Snape: anonymously leaves this in harry's ask "10 point from gryffindor" and then reblogs it.
Bellatrix Lestrange: fanart of her and the dark lord in compromising positions.
Voldemort: the blog that just steals everyone else's gifsets to gain followers - "Follow this lord, you will love him on your dashboard".
Dumbledore: all the gay porn
how do i tell you i’m hopelessly in love with you?
A Poem A Day: Washington Mutual Is a Bank That Is... →
apoemaday: by Tao Lin I had an urge one hour ago. To write poems that make no sense, and I felt happy. Stabbed by hooded black youth. Shocked by the willingness of grade-schoolers to kill me. And eat my heart. The things that do not happen to me each day. I feel like shit. My life is good, fantastic.
poets-forever: My clothes are dirty, All the washers are taken, Yeah, well, fuck you too. By: Bethany Maxwell
You know you've been on Tumblr too long when you...
book-keeper: robottko: But honestly, I ship the Sherlolly ship with the Johnlock ship so hard. Johnlock is the badboy with the leather jacket, sometimes he’s a bit of an asshole to the beautiful good girl Sherlolly, and sometimes he’s really sweet. She tells her friends Sherene and Johncroft that she hates Johnlock, but when he brings her flowers, she can’t help but start to fall in love with...
: The Time-Sweepers by Ursula Wills-Jones →
geniusityinmadness: You may not be familiar with the time-sweepers. The time-sweepers are the people who sweep up all the time that is lost and wasted. You cannot see them, though if you are in the railway station and think you see something out of the corner of your eye, that will probably be a time-sweeper,…
there was this girl who wished to be between the stars. maybe even to touch them if she’s allowed to (if she’s allowed to). and carry them between her fragile little fingers like a fleeting bird that would fly away anytime. but stars, of course they burn. they burnt her fragile little fingers. and she’s left to wail about fate and unreachable things because stars could never be...
My mind, your playground.
hashrasham: I am conquered, by the ways of your mind, as they gracefully overcome mine, even though threatened, I am fine. because. It’s what you do, that makes me want you. but It’s what I do, that makes me hate you. bro, that’s deep.
i’m addicted to the feeling of letting go just let it slip through my fingers like wind or maybe like fine, fine sand fleeting, temporary transient because letting go is somehow better than keeping it wrote this during my written communication class. yeah.
"If you get angry, stay silent." - Prophet...
just my feels
OH MY GOD i just stumbled upon this one amazing writer quarticpolynomi.livejournal.com and how do i explain how amazing she is (i’m guessing she’s a she after i stalked her livejournal) OMG she’s so amazing. the way she writes is so clean and simple and almost clinical that it makes me question what is the crap i’ve been writing all this while (but in a good way of course)...
IF I WANT TO MARRY SOMEONE WHO LOVES ME FOR WHO I AM, I’D MARRY MYSELF.– a cynicist.
beautiful is you singing in the shower 6 am in the morning rain tap tapping on our windowpanes like the slow lazy pecks of a woodpecker that you love so much because it makes you feel calm you said i’d say it’s the steady rhythm that i like not much unlike our beating hearts perfectly synchronized i don’t know omg i feel so incoherent at the moment i wrote this in my...
strings of sentences fade in and out sometimes they swirl spiral spin in my head i can’t get them out those sentences not properly because i can’t piece them together those sentences sometimes they tell the story of long-forgotten yesterdays sometimes they tell the longings and desires of the future sometimes they don’t mean anything at all those sentences but i still...
Fuck Yeah, Poetry!: The Beggar's Song →
fuckyeahpoetry: Always I go from gate to gate, rained on, scorched by the sun; suddenly I press my right ear into my right hand. And now my own voice comes to me as if I’d never known it. So that I’m not certain who’s crying out, I or someone else. I cry for a pittance. The poets cry for more. At last I…
Fuck Yeah, Poetry!: SILENCE →
fuckyeahpoetry: There is the sudden silence of the crowd above a player not moving on the field, and the silence of the orchid. The silence of the falling vase before it strikes the ﬂoor, the silence of the belt when it is not striking the child. The stillness of the cup and the water in it, the silence…