January 2011
“And so it seems, that all of us, every single one, we live almost only for the silver linings in our inner dark clouds. And for the bit that’s left? We look for their reflections in the people we most love.”
—Morning Afters and Glasses Full Of Water (via darkamberlights)
“There is no ugly, there is no imperfect, there is no not-good-enough. Likewise there is no pretty, perfect, or good enough. Those are terms based on cultural standards which vary not only by culture but with each individual. The only thing there really is is compassion, and if you have compassion for others then you are BEAUTIFUL. The question shouldn’t be, “maybe it doesn’t matter if I’m not pretty enough?” It should be “maybe it doesn’t matter if people are too blind to see that I already am beautiful?” Because someone, somewhere, thinks you are the most gorgeous creature ever. Because there is some culture, somewhere, where you could walk into the midst of the people of that culture and you would be a goddess in their eyes.”
—nolabird.tumblr.com (via stophatingyourbody)
“No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.”
—Nelson Mandela (via rainbowsandwitheringwinters)
According to Al Jazeera, the protesters are forming a human shield to protect the Cairo museum from being looted while nearby buildings are being torched.
oh my gods and goddesses and non-binary deities, all of my heart (except what’s necessary to maintain my vital signs) goes out to the people of Egypt right now
There are songs that can really make you sad and cry when you hear them. But it’s actually not the song that makes you cry, it’s the people
I think Tumblr-ians should create a code/handshake/war cry to use in public to locate other eachother.
Imagine just casually reading in public and you hear the cry of a fellow Tumblr user…
You’d look up in hopefully, attempting to locate the cry of your brothers…
Stare at eachother and nod in socially awkward acknowledgement…
Then you’d be all…
Everyone would be looking at you like…
Things would turn beautifully awkward…
You would then chat about Tumblr then come home and blog about it:
I have...
Lost loved ones with Harry.
Cried with Hermione.
Fought with a best friend with Ron.
Fought for a loved one with Sirius.
Pulled pranks with Fred and George.
Made bad decisions with Draco.
Stood up for what was right with Neville.
Found true friends with Luna.
Never stopped loving someone with Snape.
Tried to forget bad memories with Dumbledore.
Stuck with Harry Potter until the very end.
That awkward moment when you enter the wrong classroom.
