english love affair

you're a mess in public
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You’re a mess in public but i still think you’re cute
And if i could i would take back the things i do
Because i was feeling impeccable
Toward everything at the time
It’s tuesday, 3am, and you write,
"i wanted to die"


I support thick thighs


The thing about horror movie situations is imma do my best to help you but if we running and you fallin or we hidin and you whimperin and sobbin, that’s it! I can’t do nothing else for you! You have made the choice to be a damsel in distress and boo this ain’t Camelot I have 0 time to die




when will teenage girls stop shaming each other and discover that their real enemy is teenage boys 


idc if we’re mutuals if i see blue ivy slander you’re getting cut from the winning team real quick. there is nothing nastier than grown, mentally aware people insulting a child for a cheap laugh. you’re not funny. you’ve never been funny. and i hope you can get over whoever hurt you so bad


It became a tradition amongst Gryffindors (though a few wix from other houses took the challenge as well) to stare a boggart in the face and not immediately brandish their wands. It started when a muggleborn newblood brought a book to Hogwarts — Divergent — and a group of Gryffindors got a kick out of charming themselves with temporary tattoos and breaking dress code to wear all black for a solid week before someone got the bright idea that they ought to make their own fear landscape in the form of locking each other in a room with a boggart.

The wix who could stay the longest without resorting to riddikulus or needing rescuing was hailed the bravest of them all.

Of course, the staff was more than reluctant to allow students to engage a full-grown boggart without full intention to hex it immediately, but after enough of a fuss was put up and rumours of students planning on sneaking into the DADA classroom at night began to circulate, the professors decided it wouldn’t be an entirely nonacademic undertaking provided strict controls and supervision was in place.

No one ever got hurt, not physically, but a great many students came away visibly shaken, and Madam Pomfrey doled out a great deal more sleeping draughts than she had before. Most insisted the truest test of bravery was to go it alone (the professor’s presence didn’t count), but it was a shared secret that no one really wanted to be reduced to a trembling mess in front of their friends, and possibly enemies. Some bragged about having very few fears; some bragged that the boggart transformed into many, but none could break through their fearlessness. Some came away ashen and mute, refusing to ever participate again.

But those who saw it through felt stronger each time, even when their wand hands trembled and their hearts raced. Defeat each fear, they said, and the boggart will change into something else; that’s when you know you’re winning. Some even began to leave their wands in their pockets, insisting, you don’t always need magic to triumph, just bravery and force of will. Muggles don’t have magic, and look what they can do.


Dear fat girls wearing crop tops: please. Continue. Don’t let anyone tell you you can’t. You’re so fucking cute!!! You look absolutely fabulous, if I might add, and your self worth isn’t determined on how men see you.