Halfway between torment and ecstasy.
An old soul with a thriving inner child.
theatre, high school, feminism, my thoughts on life, and anything else I think of, which mostly involves BBC Sherlock, Doctor Who, Harry Potter, Cabin Pressure, and funny things. And occasionally serious things. Every once in a while.
I'm a Ravenclaw--my pottermore username is SpellScarlet25,if you want to add me.
If you have complaints, feel free to write them down, put them in an envelope, tear it in half, throw it away, and shut your face.
Submitted by: dorkatheartforlife
How much does Saudi Arabia hate women? So much so that 15 girls died in a school fire in Mecca in 2002, after “morality police” barred them from fleeing the burning building — and kept firefighters from rescuing them — because the girls were not wearing headscarves and cloaks required in public. And nothing happened. No one was put on trial. Parents were silenced.
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What an astonishing thing a book is. It’s a flat object made from a tree with flexible parts on which are imprinted lots of funny dark squiggles. But one glance at it and you’re inside the mind of another person, maybe somebody dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, an author is speaking clearly and silently inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic.
Carl Sagan (Cosmos Ep. 11, The Persistence Of Memory) Wait.
Carl Sagan wrote this? My poetry mentor always compares me to him. Which I find funny…
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that does sound pretty funny
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jesus who wants to join me in the purple swinging fucking teepee
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One size never fits.
“dancing bears, painted wings, things I almost remember… and a song someone sings, once upon a December…”
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My mother just looked at me and asked, “Are you sure you’re not a liberal?”
If only you knew, mom. If only you knew.
Especially when, and this is my favorite statistic, the average age of first sexual attraction? It’s ten years old. So, uh, seriously, lay the fuck off this one. Especially on anyone older than sixteen (which is two standard deviations above the norm, meaning that 95% of all people in the population set will have experienced sexual attraction by this point).… whoa.
Suddenly many things about my adolescence makes sense.
“Nothing in life makes sense except in the light of asexuality”…
Photocopying this information to my brain so I can spout it off on comand.
he made a different call.
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You know that moment when you’re reading a book and you just have to stop and bite your lip and squeal or sigh or close your eyes and wrinkle your nose and forehead and press the book against your heart and just like sit there and try to soak up the gorgeous literature via osmosis?
That’s my favorite part of reading.
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