Dead Poets Society (1989) dir. Peter Weir
wizard euphemisms for being gay: ‘well, he certainly knows a bit of parseltongue, if you know what i’m saying’
shits gonna go down when matilda finally gets her hogwarts acceptance letter, let me tell you
the entire male line of the weasley family is just a bunch of dumbasses doing the first thing that pops into their head at any given time, with the possible exception of percy
so the ministry goes to all the trouble of having buckbeak officially executed, up to and including hiring a guy with a giant axe to come in and do it, and then they get there and it’s like
“hey he flew off”
“really? damn”
“fuck this one pumpkin in particular”
“hey anyone want any booze”
stupid af
Be more than a member
of the human race. Be a mender of the human race.
Bruce Adler (via wordsnquotes)
hermione: what's the matter, harry? you look as if you've seen a ghost
nearly-headless nick: hey guys what's up
I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist.
I love saying, Kiss me harder, and You’re a good person, and, You brighten my day. I live my life as straight-forward as possible.
Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.
Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.
But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.
And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.
We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.We never know when the bus is coming.
Source: thelovejournals.com