Here’s my theory. The Harry Potter trio are actually representations of the other houses. Hermione is Ravenclaw. Ron is Hufflepuff. Harry is Slytheryn. They’re all in Gryffindor because they asked. In fact, everyone in that house could have been in another house if they hadn’t asked to be in Gryffindor. You have be ask to be in Gryffindor because their most defining feature is bravery and anyone can choose to be brave.

I fuck with your theory, marry me.

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Other compliments that do NOT focus on appearance:

It’s so nice to hear your laugh.
It’s good to see you.
I’m glad you’re here.
That was clever.
Great idea.
You’re so thoughtful.
You’re hilarious.
You make me laugh.
I enjoy your company.

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Junot Díaz & Peter Sagal: Immigrants, Masculinity, Nerds, & Art [x]

We also have a popular culture which acts as a megaphone for the larger American tendencies towards anti-intellectualism.

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I’m supposed to be doing homework

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"Organise your bed, then your bedroom, then your apartment, then your apartment building, then your block.

We have to build friendship between neighbours. We have to start organising building dinners and movie screenings.

I remembered what one of the community leaders had said during the Zapatista organising school down in Chiapas, Mexico, when asked how in the world had they managed to build their own schools, sports teams, hospitals, cooperative businesses, clinics, judicial system and government. Which initiative did they start with? Was it the armed uprising? Or a school? Or a corner store?

The answer was far simpler: ‘We started with trust.’"

In defense of apartment dinners (via tipsforradicals)

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"It’s a metapod, see"


"It’s a metapod, see"

(via napoleonbonerhard)

"Like most sensitive souls, you already know you’re sensitive.
You soak up others’ moods and desires like a sponge. You absorb sensation the way a paintbrush grasps each color it touches on a palette. The ethereal beauty of a dandelion, the shift of a season, the climax of a song, or a certain stirring scent can evoke such wonder it’ll behave as your very breath itself- moving through cells as fuel does to fire and wind does to waves."

Victoria Erickson   (via universeobserver)

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