Just a Lit. Nerd Muddling/Muggling Through Life

Being A Ravenclaw Would Include…

pronqz:

Slytherin | Hufflepuff | Gryffindor

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• Getting extremely excited when people start to talk about space
  
• “DiD yOu SaY sPaCe?!” 
  
• Having the best ever conversations with other Ravenclaws at 3am 
• Getting frustrated at the eagle knocker when you cant figure out the riddle.
• “Why is a raven like a writing desk”
  
• “I don’t know! Can’t you just let me in it’s been like an hour!”
  
• Listening to 90′s muggle music in the common room
• Decorating the common room with art and poems etc that house mates have made 
• the common room being so beautifully original and obscure that everyone just smiles when they enter it 
• Having play readings in the common room where someone chooses and play and you all just sit and read for different characters
• secret drinking games on Saturday nights 
• Laughing whenever someone mentions how ravenclaw are the “goodie two shoes” of all the houses because you haven’t handed homework in for at least a month
• Being able to get away with a lot and using that to your advantage
• Going up to the tower after a long night and finding a group of first years who can’t get into the common room
• “Don’t even tell me the fucking riddle, I have been in the library for four hours and I am so fucking tired so just open the fucking door” 
  
• *Door slowly sings open the eagle knocker staying silent*
• Being the second loudest table after Gryffindor
• Not even caring about house points
• Karaoke in the common room 
• Watching old disney movies in the common room while pure-bloods gather round in awe at how cute Bambi is 
• Using pens because if you are going to experience running out of goddamned quill ink again you are going to scream
• Ravenclaw PRIDE

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Super low spoons meal

lowspoonsgourmet:

Sometimes there are days days when you’re laying in bed thinking, “huh, I bet I’d feel better if I actually consumed something with nutritional value.” And that’s when this meal comes in handy. The ingredients are pretty simple.

• Bag of baby carrots
• Container of hummus

The steps are also pretty simple.

1. Lay in bed until your need for food outweighs your need to lay in bed
2. Announce to your cat/ stuffed animal/ blanket/ yourself that you are going to get out of bed
3. Seriously get out of bed
4. Go to the refrigerator and get the hummus and carrots
5. If they are unopened, open and remove the plastic safety seals, preferably putting them in the trashcan but you know what the counter is good enough too. This is very important to do before the next step because it cuts back on the random trash you have to pick up later.
6. Go back to bed
7. Eat

This is a great in bed meal because there are no crumbs, so you won’t get itchy. Also, both hummus and carrots can stay out of the fridge and still be good after a day or so. Hummus can be kind of expensive, but the wegman’s family sized containers are a good deal and stay fresh long after their “best by” date. 

Is it a balanced meal? Idk, probably not. But carrots have vitamins and hummus has protein.

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eyebrowgod:

a 90’s kid? don’t you mean sad adult?

70,000 people have reblogged this but no one is trying to defend themselves

There is nothing to defend

#i read a post once that described 90s kids as the generation of nostalgia #because so much technological advancement happened in such a rapid timeframe when we were growing up #that we can clearly remember having technologies that are now obsolete #like going from a corded hugeass phone to a small computer in your pocket just within our formative years is a major thing #and it sparks a nostalgia for our seemly ‘simpler’ childhoods #because so much rapid development makes it seem like it was a lot longer ago than it actually was (x)

This is the most solid explanation of our decade I have ever heard.

Oh my god

Just to add onto that, our childhood wasn’t even technology based. We grew up knowing of chalk, skateboards, jump rope, street hockey, playgrounds, butterfly collecting, etc. Slowly technology took over our lives and now there are hardly kids playing outside in the summer. We can clearly remember our childhood as it was and now we can see the clear line between it. We were the generation right smack in the middle of it all. Our parents were of non-tech and our children/young siblings will be all tech.

Not to mention, ours was the last generation that grew up with all those bright promises of “work hard, go to college, and you’ll have a successful life,” only to find those hopes abruptly dashed when the housing bubble burst. Milliennials have grown up expecting that disappointment, because for them, the problem has been there since Day One.

So 90s kids aren’t just nostalgic…we’re BITTER. And we ache for those days when we could still think that the world was boundless and full of the opportunities we were promised since the first day of kindergarten.

Every time someone adds to this i have to reblog.

(via storytruths)

inkskinned:

the thing is, somebody cares. i know your best friend seems really busy all the time and is shit at texting but she still loves you and she talks to you more than she talks to anyone else and you’re the only breath of calm she has on this planet. the boy in your science class loves seeing what music you’re listening to on your headphones - he has the same taste and wishes he had the nerve to ask you about it. your english teacher loves the insight you have on your papers. somebody cares. the person who lives down the street from you notices when you are sick because they don’t see you stomping your way to the schoolbus - it’s how they know it’s time to get their breakfast ready. somebody is looking for you at the party, even if they don’t know they’re really looking for you - but when you don’t show up, some part of them is disappointed. somebody is looking for you in the library, in the spot where you eat lunch, in front of that one step you always seem to trip on. i know your parents are a complicated mess and there’s drama between your friends and your love life is sort of shaped like a constant question and everybody seems all caught up in their own lives and their own happiness and nobody really notices: but somebody always does. every face in your dreams is someone you have met, and that means that you are in a million’s stranger’s heads. they see you when they go to bed. and somebody cares. somebody still thinks about you even though you were just a person with a nice outfit or good eyeliner or a great smile or because you were having one of those moments that are so charmingly human in nature or because they regret not asking if you needed help when you fell or because they wonder what you were thinking about or drawing or writing or just because you’re alive, and that makes you fascinating. somebody cares. when you were on break from work and saw a dog hanging his head out of the car and suddenly broke into a smile: there was a girl in the back of that car, and I was her, and I still think about you, and i hope you get more chances to smile like that. and there is you, sitting here reading this, and by some small extension, meeting me, and i am telling you, I care. somebody always does. i promise. i promise. you are loved.

(via storytruths)

antisemitic:

Why do parents not know how to apologise..?

(via heart)

The anxiety is kicking my ass tonight, friends.

And it’s over a (mostly) hypothetical situation that I probably can’t do much about.

Also, forgetting to remove your makeup and then sobbing thanks to a panic attack is the most uncomfortable thing.