flirtytwink:

I just wanna do cute things with you like crush the patriarchy, fight for gender equality and help to destroy racism

(via cold-winter-days)

It turns out procrastination is not typically a function of laziness, apathy or work ethic as it is often regarded to be. It’s a neurotic self-defense behavior that develops to protect a person’s sense of self-worth.

You see, procrastinators tend to be people who have, for whatever reason, developed to perceive an unusually strong association between their performance and their value as a person. This makes failure or criticism disproportionately painful, which leads naturally to hesitancy when it comes to the prospect of doing anything that reflects their ability — which is pretty much everything.

But in real life, you can’t avoid doing things. We have to earn a living, do our taxes, have difficult conversations sometimes. Human life requires confronting uncertainty and risk, so pressure mounts. Procrastination gives a person a temporary hit of relief from this pressure of “having to do” things, which is a self-rewarding behavior. So it continues and becomes the normal way to respond to these pressures.

Particularly prone to serious procrastination problems are children who grew up with unusually high expectations placed on them. Their older siblings may have been high achievers, leaving big shoes to fill, or their parents may have had neurotic and inhuman expectations of their own, or else they exhibited exceptional talents early on, and thereafter “average” performances were met with concern and suspicion from parents and teachers.

tipsycersei:

Never forget.
tipsycersei:

Never forget.
tipsycersei:

Never forget.

joeyjoe69:

when ur left alone in an unfamiliar room

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(via antsyfeet)

ahjareyn:

branaivanovic:

Harry Potter: Re-imagined 

-Harry Potter
-Ron Weasley
-Hermione Granger


I am legitimately okay with this and suddenly wish there were no movies in the first place so that more posts like this could exist. So that more people would look at the basic context clues IN the books and imagine things like this.
ahjareyn:

branaivanovic:

Harry Potter: Re-imagined 

-Harry Potter
-Ron Weasley
-Hermione Granger


I am legitimately okay with this and suddenly wish there were no movies in the first place so that more posts like this could exist. So that more people would look at the basic context clues IN the books and imagine things like this.
ahjareyn:

branaivanovic:

Harry Potter: Re-imagined 

-Harry Potter
-Ron Weasley
-Hermione Granger


I am legitimately okay with this and suddenly wish there were no movies in the first place so that more posts like this could exist. So that more people would look at the basic context clues IN the books and imagine things like this.

ahjareyn:

branaivanovic:

Harry Potter: Re-imagined 

-Harry Potter

-Ron Weasley

-Hermione Granger

I am legitimately okay with this and suddenly wish there were no movies in the first place so that more posts like this could exist. So that more people would look at the basic context clues IN the books and imagine things like this.

(via burdge)

divinedorothy:

[senpai passes me the blunt] *gasps* an indirect kiss!!!

(via octosmagiccastle)

What do we say to the god of death?

  • Persephone: it pisses me off that people ignore the hymn to my mom that talks about how great we are together and instead believe this is against my will
  • Persephone: I mean I have you tied to the bed how would I not be into this
  • Hades: please can we not talk about your mom during sex it's really uncomfortable
asriels:

S T A R P E O P L E (for volchitsarps)
A world where stars walk among us like everyone else, two feet on the ground - eyes a little bit too bright, swathes of the universe in the coiled energy of their ready fists. Glittering personifications of constellations prowling dirty city streets in packs. Always inexorably drawn to each other, those stars. Virgo’s were a girl gang back in the 20s, kept beating the boys from Orion off their turf. It got messy, then, but in a prettier way than anybody ever saw. Stars don’t bleed red, see, they drip silver white heat and light so pure you’ll burn if you look too long. They bruise different, too - strong and sure and all the rainbow colours of nebulae. See one beaten up, you’ve got a veritable work of art.
They keep on the down-low for the most part, you know. Drifting on the edges of society, stalking the basest parts of humanity through the wasteland, watching wars get waged and laughing because humans think they have a monopoly on viciousness (You haven’t seen anything, Polaris Australis found Hannibal Lecter to say one night. You think you’re the dirtiest of the dirty but you couldn’t even dream what I saw Asterope do to Hoedus II.) Galaxies mean nothing until war comes and it’s time to pick sides. Loyalty’s for wartime, for constellations; but especially for binary star systems - always glorious snarling twins, blazingly co-dependent and the centre of each other’s worlds at all times. Try to push one out and you’ll find out just how hard a star is willing to hit.
asriels:

S T A R P E O P L E (for volchitsarps)
A world where stars walk among us like everyone else, two feet on the ground - eyes a little bit too bright, swathes of the universe in the coiled energy of their ready fists. Glittering personifications of constellations prowling dirty city streets in packs. Always inexorably drawn to each other, those stars. Virgo’s were a girl gang back in the 20s, kept beating the boys from Orion off their turf. It got messy, then, but in a prettier way than anybody ever saw. Stars don’t bleed red, see, they drip silver white heat and light so pure you’ll burn if you look too long. They bruise different, too - strong and sure and all the rainbow colours of nebulae. See one beaten up, you’ve got a veritable work of art.
They keep on the down-low for the most part, you know. Drifting on the edges of society, stalking the basest parts of humanity through the wasteland, watching wars get waged and laughing because humans think they have a monopoly on viciousness (You haven’t seen anything, Polaris Australis found Hannibal Lecter to say one night. You think you’re the dirtiest of the dirty but you couldn’t even dream what I saw Asterope do to Hoedus II.) Galaxies mean nothing until war comes and it’s time to pick sides. Loyalty’s for wartime, for constellations; but especially for binary star systems - always glorious snarling twins, blazingly co-dependent and the centre of each other’s worlds at all times. Try to push one out and you’ll find out just how hard a star is willing to hit.

asriels:

S T A R P E O P L E (for volchitsarps)

A world where stars walk among us like everyone else, two feet on the ground - eyes a little bit too bright, swathes of the universe in the coiled energy of their ready fists. Glittering personifications of constellations prowling dirty city streets in packs. Always inexorably drawn to each other, those stars. Virgo’s were a girl gang back in the 20s, kept beating the boys from Orion off their turf. It got messy, then, but in a prettier way than anybody ever saw. Stars don’t bleed red, see, they drip silver white heat and light so pure you’ll burn if you look too long. They bruise different, too - strong and sure and all the rainbow colours of nebulae. See one beaten up, you’ve got a veritable work of art.

They keep on the down-low for the most part, you know. Drifting on the edges of society, stalking the basest parts of humanity through the wasteland, watching wars get waged and laughing because humans think they have a monopoly on viciousness (You haven’t seen anything, Polaris Australis found Hannibal Lecter to say one night. You think you’re the dirtiest of the dirty but you couldn’t even dream what I saw Asterope do to Hoedus II.) Galaxies mean nothing until war comes and it’s time to pick sides. Loyalty’s for wartime, for constellations; but especially for binary star systems - always glorious snarling twins, blazingly co-dependent and the centre of each other’s worlds at all times. Try to push one out and you’ll find out just how hard a star is willing to hit.

(via mythaelogy)

fannyann:

i would follow you to the ends of the earth with only mild complaining 

(via mythaelogy)