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Humans are fundamentally good despite the effort they put in trying to convince you otherwise. Welcome to the southwest corner of my mind. I suggest you bring some tea.
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"We all go through life with a list of names we’ve been called. But it doesn’t mean those things are true and it doesn’t mean we have to let those terrible names define us in any way."

"We all go through life with a list of names we’ve been called. But it doesn’t mean those things are true and it doesn’t mean we have to let those terrible names define us in any way."

House of Black | Astronomical Names

neitherheavenorhell:

My name is Hazel.
Augustus Waters was the great star-crossed love of my life.
Ours was an epic love story, and I won’t be able to get more than a sentence into it without disappearing into a puddle of tears. Gus knew. Gus knows. I will not tell you our love story, because—like all real love stories—it will die with us, as it should. I’d hoped that he’d be eulogizing me, because there’s no one I’d rather have… Okay, how not to cry. How am I—okay. Okay. I can’t talk about our love story, so I will talk about math. I am not a mathematician, but I know this: There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There’s .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I’m likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.

jonsnowhite:

The Marauder’s Map is lasting testimony to the advanced magical ability of the four friends who included Harry Potter’s father, godfather and favourite teacher. The map they created during their time at Hogwarts appears to be a blank piece of parchment unless activated by the phrase: I solemnly swear that I am up to no good, a phrase that, in the case of three of the four makers, should be understood as a joke. The ‘no good’ of which they wrote never denoted Dark magic, but school rule-breaking; similar bravado is evinced by their use of their own nicknames on the map (‘Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs’).

The magic used in the map’s creation is advanced and impressive; it includes the Homonculous Charm, enabling the possessor of the map to track the movements of every person in the castle, and it was also enchanted to forever repel (as insultingly as possible) the curiosity of their nemesis, Severus Snape.

yourpersonalcheerleader:

You are not a burden.

You are not a bother.

You enhance the lives of others.

People smile, not groan, when you text them.

Your voice.

Your presence.

You, matter.

nonbinaryteddy:

every year the marauders probably sat in the same spot on the hogwarts express, from when they were little bitty eleven-year-olds to the last time they rode away from the place where they found home and family, practicing silly spells and trading chocolate frog cards and planning the year’s pranks or the summer’s gatherings 

and when remus rode to hogwarts to teach, he probably sat in that same spot and thought that the silence was louder than four teenage boys ever were. 

twelves-impossible-girl:

notsomolly:

“Eccleston was a tiger and Tennant was, well, Tigger. Smith is an uncoordinated housecat who pretends that he meant to do that after falling off a piece of furniture.” — Steven Moffat

I think we all know who that makes Capaldi.

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This is the best thing I’ve ever seen in my life.