little things that help ease symptoms of depression:
- turn the lights on and open a window
- eat something healthy and drink ice cold water
- find a comforting album to listen to whenever things get bad
- take a long, relaxing bath
- do yourself up in full make up and hair
- be around people, even if you don’t think it will help
- watch something funny on netflix
- wear your favorite/most comfortable outfit
- immerse yourself in a hobby like drawing
- lose yourself in a really good book or movie
just a small town girl. Living in a racist, insensitive, sexist, homophobic world,
(cant take the midnight train ‘cause im fuckin scared)
can we just bask in the glory of beatles sass
Fuck yes OMG
im ashamed of myself
I love everything about this. :D
kids books, reimagined for 20-somethings
after the war, there is nothing for draco. nothing, for a long time, and then suddenly there is luna. luna, who brings him harry, and then hermione— brings him odd offers of friendship in ways he’d never dared to dream of. it is a long battle; draco is unsure that his friendship would be wanted by anyone. it is only because of his work with luna at the quibbler that he even trusts her judgement. but harry is quick to accept his apologies; after what they’ve been through, boyhood rivalries mean very little to him. hermione’s trust takes much longer to gain— she has no use for his friendship, he has hurt her more deeply. it isn’t until draco takes interest in her catalogue of magical creature accounts that she even begins to talk to him, and draco begins to make amends by co-writing columns with luna in the quibbler to get the word out about her work. he even joins her on some of her travels abroad, joins harry and luna for dinners at the cottage, argues playfully with ginny about their favorite quidditch teams, and nods politely at ron whenever they are in the same room, though he never speaks a word to him.
and draco is grateful for it all, because after the war there was nothing, and now he has been given everything.
when McGonagall finds out that Ginny is pregnant, and that the Weasley and Potter bloodlines will converge, she marks on her calender the day the child will turn 11 and that is the day she retires
I’M CRYING RIGHT NOW OH MY GOD
John, did I do it wrong?
Did he do it fucking wrong? Ugh just kill me with a rusty spoon, and rip my eyes out. HE THOUGHT HE DID IT FUCKING WRONG!? FUCK!
I’m sobbing even today from that scene
There might be a day when I don’t reblog this scene, but that day isn’t today.
He just up and reads a love letter. Out loud. In front ot everyone. AND HE HAS NO IDEA
Reblogging again because: YES. THIS.
(Also reblogging again because it’s, like, my fave.)
It just breaks my damned heart how he automatically turns to John. John is his barometer for how he should behave, his conduit for understanding the world.
God, he’s gut-wrenching.
these two can never, ever be apart. Never