"Wednesday’s at that special age where a girl’s only got one thing on her mind."
I'm the book that beat the speed-reader, and I'm the card the dealers won't touch. And it's just not true I'm a man-eater; all the same, we should probably go dutch.
The things you pick up as you go.
'I think that one of these days,’ he said, ‘you’re going to have to find out where you want to go. And then you’ve got to start going there.'
- The Catcher in the Rye, J.D. SALINGER. (via aacissej)
The beginning is always the hardest part of the journey.
Oh my goooooooooooddddddddd the scene between Darby and Lumpy at the gym just made the hairs on my arms raise. Seeing Darby’s swastika tat up next to Lumpy’s concentration camp number and watching Darby get emotional with fear and respect for the old man…
Changed my lifeeeeeeeeee.
I am so deeply bored with the romanticizing of Snape. I get it, he’s the brilliant, tortured, brooding Heathcliff of the piece, but he was also slimy, desperate and frequently despicable. His motivations were rarely selfless or pure. I acknowledge his eventual heroism, but I am seriously worried by the amount of people who wish to be loved in the way he loved Lily.
His love was obsessive. It was unrequited. He was so irrationally envious that he made her child’s life miserable because he looked like the man she loved. Snape tortured Harry purely because he was the product of a relationship that shattered his little emo heart. How is that acceptable or desirable?
I can only assume the people reblogging this have never actually experienced this obsessive breed of unrequited affection. When someone wants you this desperately and you’re unable to return those emotions it’s awkward, uncomfortable and unpleasant. It makes you feel like the bad person. It infiltrates your life, it plagues you with guilt, it damages the relationships you DO have. It makes you feel sick to your stomach because there’s something deeply invasive about someone thinking about you in that way when you don’t want them to. Snape was utterly selfish in his love for her, almost to the extent he’d disregard her desires, as well as the happiness of everyone around her. It wasn’t good enough Lily was happy, because she wasn’t happy with HIM.
There’s nothing romantic about the way Snape felt for her. ‘Lasting’ doesn’t equate in desirable. If you WANT someone you have NO interest in to be obsessed with you, to the extent they will detest your child for not being theirs, then that’s all kinds of fucked up.
Now, there are a few things I wish Tumblr would let me block from my dash because they just fucking annoy the ever-livin’ out of me. Some of these things include size 00 14 year old girls who all look the same, ejaculation porn photos, owls (hipsters killed them), photos of manicured nails/weird-ass nail polishes, and ALL THINGS THAT HAVE EVER HAD TO DO WITH HARRY BLOODY POTTER. Look, I loved the books. I wanted to be in Dumbledore’s Army too, once upon a junior high time. But I haven’t seen the 4th, or 5th, or 6th, or 7th, or 7 1/2th movies. The actors bore me. The plot lines deviate. Honestly, my favorite use of a Potter movie is to turn it on one rainy afternoon, and look at the pretty food in the great hall and listen to the English accents as I drift off on the sofa into a blissful and warm nap.
That all being said…
This is one of the most brilliant commentaries on toxic relationships that I have ever read, and I think EVERYONE can learn a lesson or two from reading it, Potter fan, Potter hater, gay, straight, single, taken, married, or not.