(1)add on for fish and pain! fish do indeed experience pain. now i know that not everybody has an in depth knowledge in taxonomy of the living world, but people seem to forget fish are vertebrates, and as such are quite high on the evolutionary tree of life. yes they do have brains, and a lot of awesome senses that we wish we had (i mean id like to see UV and IR and also like sense the movement of water), and they form complex social structures and have learned behaviour.
(2)and we mustn’t forget that just because we don’t understand something now, that it means the animal we are hurting isn’t experiencing it. we used to think that everything but us is stupid, and that fungi were plants etc. try to live your life by the philosophy of hurting as few things as is possible. including yourself!!!
Indeed, I agree! And I really loved that last paragraph, definitely some words to live by!
Hi again! Another anon request for Hinny in which Ginny finds a journal from her younger days with Mrs. Ginny Potter. I know that I’ve read one about this from someone else, so I hope I am not copying any of that. Written for hpshipweeks. Hope you enjoy!
Harry juggled two bags of takeaway on one arm as he pulled out his wand and tapped the door of Ginny’s new flat in Holyhead. The lock clicked and Harry bumped the door open with his hip, and kicked it closed when he entered the room.
His girlfriend had just moved into the small, one bedroom place the day before, and the evidence of that was scattered around the living room in an array of cardboard boxes stacked into towers.
Harry could hear sounds coming from the bedroom, so he placed the food he had brought over for lunch on the kitchen counter next to a box labeled tea things and wound through the maze of boxes to the doorway of the bedroom.
“Hey, Ginny, I picked up some…” he trailed off when he got a good look at the room before him. Crammed in the tiny room were an unmade bed, a small dresser with all its drawers open, and a huge cardboard box almost as tall as Harry. Ginny was apparently searching for something in the depths of the box, for she was standing on the edge of the bed and bent double into it, leaving her legs, bum, and muffled curses the only signs that she was there at all.
Harry leaned against the doorframe with a grin. “Now that’s a nice view,” he said, crossing his arms and admiring her denim cutoffs.
서비스 is taken from the English word service. As a Korean word it means free of charge or on the house.
If you live in Korea you will definitely hear this word a couple of times from kind and generous shop owners or restaurant employees. It’s always appropriate to accept and reply: 서비스 감사합니다. This means “Thank you for the free item.”
When your foundation is strong, it doesn’t matter if you crumble because you will always have something beneath your feet to rebuild upon. My father told me something a long time ago that has and will always stick with me:
“It doesn’t matter what you believe in, as long as you believe in something.”
Truly a wise man. Whether he heard it from somewhere else or made it his own, these are definitely words that I live by every day.
Taylor Swift and Karlie Kloss Just Gave Us All Major Fitness Inspiration
March 11, 2016 by Michele Foley
Getting into a coveted Body by Simone class is already a feat in itself, which calls for major excitement. But imagine how you’d feel turning around to find that Taylor Swift and Karlie Kloss were in the same class as you? If you’re anything like us, you’d probably pass out midspin.
Taylor shared this snap of during the pair’s recent fitness date, and this quote is giving us major workout motivation: “Nobody cares if you can’t dance well. Just get up and dance.” In any fitness class, it never matters if you are the strongest or the fittest — or even the most coordinated. The best students are the ones who show up to work and give it their all. As Taylor herself captioned, these are definitely “words to live by.”
Defining witchcraft has been haunting me for a time. It is something that cannot be limited to simple definitions. Witchcraft is a living and breathing word that changes like the world. It exists in a seemingly untouchable state within an unseen plane. It is a tree of the earth, but we merely can observe what is on the surface. How can one define something that is riddled in constant change, secrets, and unseeable forces?
Here comes my dilemma. When I seem certain as to what it is, the craft shows a completely different course to my path. It leads me farther and farther down into a spiral. I know in my heart that my ideas and thoughts will always change, just as witchcraft does. But as I grow and learn, it is important for me to contemplate and ponder about such subjects. It is with that action I am able to better see myself and know myself as not only a witch, but as a person.
So what is witchcraft?
It is a craft of magical intent and skill. But, it is far more than just this. It is full of sin, it is selfish desire, it is true wickedness, it is literal poison. It is defined by the accuser saying that it is not of god… it is satanic.
This is true. Witchcraft is a maleficent form of magic, for it is not bound by the laws of gods or men; the elite or the powerful. It is a practice of traitors, rebels, and poisoners. We seek the counsel of gods, spirits, demons, and fairies for our own benefit, for our own narcissistic spiritual prostitution.
Yet…If you still are reading this, you know witchcraft, and do not fear the roots and dirt. The witch knows themselves and the nature of the world. You know of the blossoms and fruit that spawn from this tree: just as you know the roots that live deep in the dark earth. Witchcraft is a poison to the accuser, but an antidote to the witch. Poisons kill and cure dependent upon the knowledge and understanding of the poison. And this is why witchcraft is feared.
Witchcraft seeks those that know it, for we are kindred.
It is inherent of spirits and everything around us. It cannot simply exist in the mind. The craft is an action, an experience, a relationship. The witch may be cut from society, but they cannot be cut from the world, from the otherworld. It is a spiritual practice of magic and is one with nature. But, it is not merely limited to one aspect of nature. It is both the wild forests, but also the urban cities of man and technology. For nature is the very existence of life and death itself. It is the connection between polar opposites. A path bouncing between two extremes, becoming crooked in this action.
Taking in what is around, a witch can find the magic in anything. The tools of our lives can become sacred objects. It is of practical actions and sacred rites. Two extremes and all in between.
When I discarded the binary concept of good and evil, when I truly cut my ties with Christianity, I truly started to understand this all. I understood that it is completely alien to the norms of society.
I cannot truly describe it. For witchcraft is more than just paragraphs of words. It is the heart and mind of every witch, both living and dead. Yet, it is a sentient beast of its own. One that doesn’t speak, it can only feel.