Starting Anew

Twenty one years old. Senior in college. Engaged.

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Texas A&M '15. Anglophiliac. Potterhead.
Who I Follow

jmarietee:

lilith-not-eve:

Marrying young is not the end of my freedom. It means I want to travel and see the world, but with her by my side. It means I still like drinking in bars and dancing in clubs, but stumbling home with her at 2am and eating pizza in our underwear. It means I know that I want to kiss those lips every morning, and every night before bed. If you see marriage as the end of your ‘freedom’, you’re doing it wrong.

Well this was just beautiful

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lodubimvloyaar:

Children Read To Shelter Cats To Soothe Them

(Photos by Animal Rescue League Of Berks County. You can follow them on Facebook.)

Also good for the kids. They encourage having slow readers read to the family pets. A dog will listen to a kid read a whole book one damn sssyl-la——-ble at a time, and it will never get frustrated, or correct their pronunciation, or start playing Angry Bird because it can’t stand listening to the slowness any more. The dog will look at the kid approvingly, because, human. Human is talking. Human is interacting.

So this is a great win-win.

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lolsofunny:

8bitrevolver:

sizvideos:

This is my favorite thing. Badass hero cat.

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lifeisjustbe:

dlubes:

My sister and I used to get random “I love you” or “what’s up” text messages from our mom at like 3/4AM. We thought it was weird and funny because she goes to bed at like 10PM. So my sister asked my mom why that was and my mom responded, “Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night thinking of you guys.”

Yes. This is the mother I want to be

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aperfectbookshelf:

bigbookadventures:

It is too bad journals can’t speak up and give advice or support.

The last time that happened the Chamber of Secrets was opened

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find someone that doesn’t just plant flowers in the worst part of you, but waters the dead ones
violum (via ckings)

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baronvonhammersmash:

dirtybetanerd:

kedreeva:

8bitrevolver:

This was meant to be a quick warm up, but it turned into a comic that I’ve wanted to draw for a while. This is something that is extremely important to me, and I appreciate it if you read it.

A while ago, I heard a story that broke my heart. A family went a cat shelter to adopt. The daughter fell in love with a 3-legged cat. The father straight up said “absolutely not”. Because he was missing a leg. That cat was that close to having a family that loved him, but the missing leg held him back. Why?!

Many people have the initial instinct of “nope” when they see an imperfect animal. I get it, but less-adoptable does NOT mean less loveable. 9 out of 10 people will choose a kitten over an adult cat. And those 10% that would get an adult cat often overlook “different” animals.

All I want people to do is be open to the idea of having a “different” pet in their lives. Choose the pet that you fall in love with, but at least give all of them a fair shot at winning your heart.

Don’t dismiss them, they deserve a loving home just as much as any other cat. They still purr, they still love a warm lap, they still play, they still love you. Trust me, next time you are in the market for a new kitty, just go over to that one cat that’s missing an eye and see what he’s all about!

Let me tell to you a thing.

This is Lenore. I first saw her in a little cage at the Petco I frequent (I used to take my parents’ dog in for puppy play time), and she looked like the grouchiest, old, crotchety cat in the world, and I fell instantly in love. She was cranky, she was anti-social, hanging out at the back of her cage. Her fur was matted because she wouldn’t let the groomers near her.

She was perfect.

But I didn’t have a place for her. I wasn’t living in my own space yet, and where I was, I wasn’t allowed cats. So I pressed my face to the bars of her cage and I promised that if no one had adopted her by the time I’d bought a house, I would come back for her.

I visited her every week for over six months while I looked for a house. At one point, they had to just shave her entire rear-end because the mats or fur were so bad. They told me she clawed the heck outta the groomer that did it, screamed the entire time, and spent the next two days growling at anyone that came near the cage.

A couple of weeks later, I closed on my house. I went back and I got an employee, and I said: “That one. I need that cat.”

They got the paperwork and the lady who ran the rescue that was bringing the cats in told me that Lenore (at the time, Lila) was 8 years old, had been owned by an elderly lady who had died, and brought in to a different rescue, who’d had her for six months on top of the time I’d been seeing her at Petco.

This kitty had been living in a 3x3’ cube for over a YEAR because she was older and “less adoptable.”

I signed the paperwork, put her in a cat carrier, and drove her to my new home. I had pretty much nothing; a bed, an old couch, a couple of bookcases, and a tank of mice I called “Cat TV”. I let her out of the carrier and onto my bed, and I told her “I told you I would come back for you when I had a place. It’s not much, but it’s yours too now.”

Lenore spent the next three days straight purring non-stop. She followed me around the house purring. Sat next to me purring. Slept next to me purring. Leaning into every touch, purring, purring, always purring. She still purrs if you so much as think about petting her. She’s amazing, and I love her.

So, you know, if you’re thinking about adopting, and you see a beast that others consider “less adoptable,” think about Lenore.

FUCKING IMPORTANT

THIS POST MAKES ME SO SAD, I JUST WANT TO HUG ALL THE KITTIES ;-;

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  • Shawn: You know, he used to tell me how wonderful you were, but guys always say great things about their girlfriends until they break up. That's when the truth comes out. You know, I've waited 15 years to find out what he really thinks about you. Do you wanna know what he thinks about you now that you've broken up?
  • Topanga: No. Shawn, I don't wanna talk about him.
  • Shawn: Now that you've broken up, he still tells me how wonderful you are.

the-fault-in-our-youtubers:

the internet summed up in one gif set

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brttny32194:

but why do i say “i know” to my pets when they make noises. im lying to them. i don’t know anything.

(via constant-wanderlusting)

I want to be five years old again,
running through sprinklers in my front yard,
swimming in inflatable pools,
sprinting barefoot down the street to catch the ice cream truck.

I want to be young and alive again,
singing songs that are screaming from my car radio until my voice goes out,
drinking five cups of hot chocolate with a group of friends, never wanting the night to end,
dancing, always dancing.

I want to grow up with you.
You see, when you love someone, you want to trade in all of your old memories for new ones with them,
and my mind is racing thinking of how life would have turned out differently had you been my date to the prom, rather than the boy who stood me up.
and I am pulling my hair out imagining you in that movie theatre, you at the beach, you with me, instead of him.

I want to grow old with you
the way two peaches will bruise and age more quickly when they are sitting next to each other, rather than apart.
I want my hair to fall out when yours does
and for people to stare at us when we hold hands,
because they’ve never seen a love so passionate.

I want so much of you,
but here I am wondering when I will be able to run my fingers through your hair,
when I will be able to kiss your forehead,
take you on a tour to every place I fell in and out of love,
bring you everywhere I lost myself and cry as you find the pieces of me so easily hidden in the tall grass, in the shards of an old park bench, in the seats at taco bell, in his hands, in my dreams buried in my backyard.
I want. I want.
I want.
I want. I want. I want.
I want it all.
I want it all with you.