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Melinda. She/her. The tallest hobbit on Middle-Earth. This blog is pretty eclectic, but trending topics include Remus Lupin, Pushing Daisies, young adult literature, chocolate, and of course owls. Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies.

Aug 22

macklesufficient:

six word story about remus lupin:

he went to the funeral alone

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Aug 21

ibelieveincinderella:

So I’m sitting in Noodles and they have a sign about using eggs from cage free hens and I was like yeah just because you’re going to use something doesn’t mean you don’t like it and want it to have a good life. And then I thought that must have been how Dumbledore felt about Harry.

This has been my random Harry Potter metaphor of the day (and a PSA to all others who are considering inhaling large quantities of pasta and caffeine)


“If a kid is introverted he doesn’t need to be broken like a dog. He doesn’t need to change his personality. He doesn’t even need to “come out of his shell.” He’s not hiding in a shell. He just doesn’t feel the need to chatter incessantly with everyone in the room. If that makes you uncomfortable — that’s your problem. There’s nothing objectively preferable or superior about extraversion.” Matt Walsh (via womanbythesea)

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This? Is why I think it’s vital that we fight for diverse literature in schools. When the book-banning folks come out, it’s so often to shut down a person belonging to a minority group speaking about experiences that make people uncomfortable. Of course we are uncomfortable. We are complicit. It takes discomfort to impel change.

Not all kids will get a real picture of the world at home; I certainly didn’t. Those kids may go on to be the next generation of oppressors, having been taught lies that cause them to see minorities as subhuman, unless they have outside influences to show them otherwise. It matters that they read books by African-Americans, by women, by LGBT authors. It matters that they gain empathy and experience others’ lives.

It matters that they become uncomfortable enough to change.

from Reading Helped Me Overcome My Racist Upbringing by Susie Rodarme (via bookriot)

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Aug 20

ultrafacts:

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Aug 19

placiddream:

marauders era 
THIS IS TOO PERFECT

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auz:

John Oliver is great.

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One day, I realized he might not exist. My soulmate, I mean.

I realized there might not be someone walking around this earth just waiting to meet me. Someone with a private world just as intricate as mine that, one day, I would get to share and be a part of and know.

And I realized I was keeping a vacant spot in my heart for this person who might not exist. That I wasn’t allowing myself to be whole because how could I be whole with my other half missing?

It was an excuse, of course. A simple view of life that would exempt me from having to put in the effort of filling myself up with the love I was waiting for someone else to supply.

The reality is this: Life is a churning, chaotic thing with no guarantees, and in the throws of the tumbling you might run into people to hold on to for a while. Sometimes for a night, sometimes for life.

And holding on to someone is a worthy thing. A wonderful thing. Something to look forward to and appreciate and embrace with your whole heart.

But the love you get from holding on to someone will never be as reliable as the love you can give yourself. Right here. Right now.

So here’s my advice. Be open to love, but don’t be empty for it.

Open, Not Empty - John Paul Brammer (via johnpaulbrammer)

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