'You could've taken anyone!’ said Ron in disbelief over dinner. ‘Anyone! And you chose Loony Lovegood?’
'Don't call her that, Ron,' snapped Ginny, pausing behind Harry on her way to join friends. 'I'm really glad you're taking her, Harry, she's so excited.'
I know you don’t like to talk, but you gotta do it for her.
Yadriel & Maria appreciation post ✿◕‿◕✿
HE SAID MORE THAN HE DID ALL SEASON. I THOUGHT HE DIDN’T CARE. I THOUGHT HE WAS JUST BEING NICE AND LETTING HIS BABY MAMA SEE THE BABY THAT HE PROBABLY DIDN’T REALLY WANT AND BARELY LOOKED AFTER BUT I WAS FUCKING WRONG. I WAS WRONG ABOUT HIM. HE’S JUST QUIET. THE DUDE IS STOIC AS FUCK AND HE FUCKING LOVES MARIA AND HE LOVES THAT BABY AND IT’S FUCKING BEAUTIFUL THE WAY HE GUSHES AND TALKS TO HER LIKE MARIA ASKED HIM TO DO BECAUSE HE WANTS HER TO GROW UP SMART AND LOVED.
But also look at how cute the baby is dressed in each visit. Who did that? Daddy did. But that’s exactly the kind of visual cue that gets lost when he’s getting judged for his bald head, tattoos and stoic (thuggish?) demeanor.
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A Pro-Choice counter protest to some douchebags on the streets with big photos of horrible aborted fetuses (Some of which I question…) handing out pamphlets. The said thing is that there are children there. :(
One of the women up there is:
mutant and proud.
Thomas Allen - designer, illustrator and collage artist, brings books to life with his amazing book cut illustrations, his paper figures springing from the text….
stuff in portland that’s like 15 minutes away by car ends up being like 1-2 hours away via transit *im dead*
I live in Boston and that’s unfortunately the case in like any city.
But then I remember that your name has this hold on me that keeps me breathing.
If I want to talk to somebody about it,
I will usually just tell them about that time we were both intoxicated,
You were drunk with alcohol and I was just drunk on you.
I listened to the sound of your heartbeat as I pressed my ear against your chest and you wrapped your arms firmly around me,
I remember thinking that this is what it felt like to be living.
Every heart beat was like a shot of poison,
You were my favourite choice and I guess vodka was yours.
I can’t help but feel like that night we were both on the same page,
I hope that at least one part of you thought that your hand in mine was how this was supposed to be forever.
People act like it was my fault,
That I shouldn’t have took that night so seriously,
You pretend like it didn’t mean anything to you,
But when you had your arms circled around my waist and my ear was pushed up against your chest,
I heard your heart race too.
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