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So many things going on. Love it! Haha

So many things going on. Love it! Haha

daenerysnow:

[ The Magic Begins ] - Favorite Ship → Ron Weasley & Hermione Granger 

“Just because it’s taken you three years to notice, Ron, doesn’t mean no one else has spotted I’m a girl!”

daenerysnow:

[ The Magic Begins ] - Favorite Ship → Ron Weasley & Hermione Granger 

“Just because it’s taken you three years to notice, Ron, doesn’t mean no one else has spotted I’m a girl!”

Emotions are so fickle. A person spends their whole life fighting with what to feel, if a feeling is true, when to show those feelings, and who to show them to. I wonder what life would be like if we took a child-like perspective about just not caring what other’s think. When does that happen? When was the point we thought so well of another that what they thought of you made an effect on your emotions. This brings up the famous saying “no one can make you feel inferior without your consent.” But my objection to this, and my frustration is that people steal your ability to consent. They literally molest your emotional well-being, not ask for your permission and give you the option to accept or reject their proposal. There is no way to stop this type of offense by wearing armor, because once it registers, you hurt, then choose your reaction to show. This is the failure of mankind, by all logical sense, we should treat the offender as the molester they are, but we are so bound by our learned reaction to gauge the person and react how we want them to view us, that we don’t get the choice of offense, we get the choice of how we react. The point is, there is a lie we have believed so long, it has become logic. The lie is that our feelings and emotions are to be hidden, and whoever hurts you, should be rewarded with not being treated as an offender, but as a person to, for lack of a better word, impress.

psalmfortytwo:

Friendship is necessary, but not necessarily easy. In all of us is the passion and desire to be loved and accepted, to feel that we are worth something to someone else. But there’s also a giant bit of fear attached to friendship no matter who you are; no matter your social standing or age, because…

What she said.

This little boy is the sweetest. He loves Robert’s mustache also.

This little boy is the sweetest. He loves Robert’s mustache also.