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June 2013

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Jun 17, 20132,786 notes
Article: Undeclared Major

Undeclared Major http://www.undeclaredcomics.com/2011/11/18/my-shower-routine/

Jun 16, 2013
Psych-Quotes: Harry Potter Astrology: Scorpio → psych-quotes.tumblr.com

psych-facts:

Scorpio is the eighth house of the Zodiac and governs the genitalia. Positive traits include magnetic charisma, ambition, drive, a penetrating mind, curiosity, intensity of focus, emotional depth, consistency, persistence, willpower, and the potential for inner transformation and regeneration; negative traits include selfishness, obsessiveness, vindictiveness, hypersensitivity, ruthlessness, cynicism, an inability to understand the word “moderation,” and jealousy. It is said that Scorpios embody both the best and the worst of all that are born under the stars, and that there are three kinds of Scorpios: wicked scorpions, cunning serpents, and saintly eagles. What each Scorpio becomes is entirely up to that Scorpio.

Gryffindor

Expect stamina, incredible courage, intense and stormy emotions, burning idealism, and indomitable will. Gryffindor Scorpios are never drawn in shades of pastel; they are always blood red and mesmerizing gold. There are few followers born under these aspects; Scorpios born into this house tend to be either leaders or loners. They are well placed on the Quidditch field, where their natural competitive streak and their great store of personal energy make them natural Beaters (or, really, naturals at any position on the field). Expect them to get into frequent duels, and expect them to gravitate naturally to DADA, for all Scorpios are fascinated by anything dark and forbidden, and Gryffindor Scorpios will want to take their place as defenders as early in their careers as possible. Expect passion. Expect wisdom. But don’t expect a lot of time to take a breather. Many people born under this aspect also end up as Aurors; they’re the perfect “bad cops” to the “good cop” Libra wizards.

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Jun 16, 20132,103 notes
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Neurolove.me: A Guide To Dream Interpretation  → neurolove.me

psych-facts:

1. After you dream, try to recall the main details of your dream. The things that stood out and the emotions that you felt. You should do this immediately after you wake up, because you’re more likely to remember the dream and the feelings that were attached. Also, when you first wake up, you’re…

Jun 16, 2013505 notes
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tethered to a bird: Links to some of my favourite poems → courfeycoeur.tumblr.com

courfeycoeur:

Tatamkhulu Afrika

  • Nothing’s Changed

Maya Angelou

  • Alone
  • Still I Rise
  • I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings

John Ashbery

  • My Philosophy of Life
  • Bells II
  • Instead of Losing
  • Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror

Margaret Atwood

  • Is/Not
  • You Begin

W.H. Auden

  • Stop all the…
Jun 10, 2013889 notes
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May 2013

26 posts

May 30, 20131,969 notes
#dreamhouse
“Any man who can drive safely while kissing a pretty girl is simply not giving the kiss the attention it deserves.” —Albert Einstein (via quote-book)

Listen to Einstein

May 30, 20135,577 notes
May 28, 2013425 notes
#dreamhouse
May 24, 2013185 notes
#images
The Girl Who Cries Wolf: Vania → langleav.com

langleav:

Vania Zouravliov, that’s his name! My favourite artist. I wanted his book that time… very badly in fact. I tipped my little coin purse upside down and counted all my money. I was short twenty dollars!

She lies on her stomach by the fire with her sketchpad open, lazy pencil strokes lining the…

May 21, 2013137 notes
Like the Sun Loves the Earth

operahousegirl:

I used to be okay with loving like the moon
loves the earth
238,900 miles away
around and around. 

And then I felt the thousands of telescopes on me
and I thought I needed to be held all the time,

but when I crashed into someone’s arms
I’ve always left craters and rubble.
I never knew my own size—my own weight.
I never knew the impact I left.

I was a meteor but I wasn’t beautiful—
I carried a tail of sparks and destruction
like tin cans on strings hung from my back bumper
without ever looking back
and I always left the wedding leaving him standing alone.

All the stargazers left me narcissistic
and I thought I made my own light—
but I was just rock borrowing sunlight.

Now I want to love like the sun loves the earth
and lend my warmth and light and ask for nothing back again.

I’m okay with feeling the fireflies flitter inside my belly
knowing you feel nothing at all.
I want to feel the heat in my cheeks
even if yours are cool.

I don’t want to revolve around you though.
I can bear this one-sided love of a planet
but I’ll stand still

—no more chasing.

Maybe to shine like the sun you need to be humbled—
and rejected by earth.
All the eyes can admire the moon
that borrows the silent shimmer of the sun—
but no eyes turn to stare down the actual star

—direct sunlight scars.

May 19, 2013193 notes
#poetry
May 19, 201352,505 notes
#poetry
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