Sep
1
2014

Reblogged from needamunchkin :

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.


Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress

(Source: gifharrypotter)

Sep
1
2014

Reblogged from needamunchkin :

fatima-thinks:

We all stood together for Syria
We all stood together for Ukraine
We all stood together for Gaza
We all stood together for Ferguson

It’s time we stand together for Pakistan, and spread what’s happening there like wildfire. Don’t let people forget that the citizens of Pakistan are so much more than what we’re portrayed as in the negative light. Make sure everyone KNOWS what the Pakistani protestors are doing right now and the cause they’re fighting for.

Aug
31
2014

Reblogged from swaagardiumleviosa :

londontolahore:

Not bringing any political mess in and who supports who and so on. I’m sure most people are well aware of the situation in Pakistan right now. Posting this purely on the bases of humanity, to ask for prayers for those who have their lives in danger right now. Being in power in whatever way does not provide you a licence to kill people. It’s disgusting how Politics run in our country. May god protect Pakistan!

londontolahore:

Not bringing any political mess in and who supports who and so on. I’m sure most people are well aware of the situation in Pakistan right now. Posting this purely on the bases of humanity, to ask for prayers for those who have their lives in danger right now. Being in power in whatever way does not provide you a licence to kill people. It’s disgusting how Politics run in our country. May god protect Pakistan!

Aug
31
2014

Reblogged from loop-holes :

french-punk:

same

(Source: ahmerde)

Aug
31
2014

Reblogged from greatriddance :

mylifeaskriz:

ruineshumaines:

Liz Climo on Tumblr.

this really cheered me up

Aug
31
2014

tagged by needamunchkin. I like doing these.

Rules: Just insert your answers to the questions below. Tag at least 10 followers.

  • Name: Faraha
  • Nickname: OhmyAllah. Farya, Froyo, Fairy…not gonna start with this. 
  • Birthday: January 23rd
  • Gender: Female
  • Sexuality: Straight
  • Height: 5’5”. 
  • Time zone: Central.
  • What time and date is it there: 8:47 P.M. August 31st, 2014
  • Average hours of sleep: Varies from 12 hours to 6 hours, so 8.
  • OTPs: StilesxMalia, Fitzsimmons.
  • The last thing I Googled was: Going to my history…’studyabroad utd’
  • First word that comes to mind: Brain
  • What I last said to a family member: Huh.
  • One place that makes me happy and why: People’s bookshelves, libraries, bookstores. Books. Just any place with books.
  • How many blankets I sleep under: 1 
  • Favorite beverage: PAANI. WATER.
  • The last movie i watched in the cinema was: Frozen
  • Three things I can’t live without: Oxygen, water, family
  • Something I plan on learning: how to help people with their personal battles, the Qur’an, different cultures, about myself.
  • A piece of advice for all my followers: Surround yourself with the right people. Trust in Allah(SWT)/God/fate/whatever you believe in. Some things are out of your control. Love yourself. Love yourself. Love yourself. Be spontaneous, and do crazy things by yourself or with other people. Those are the moments that you’ll hold on to.
  • My blog/s: to write my thoughts whether ridiculous or deep, laugh, be aware about the world, and to think.
  • You have to listen to this song: Make Me Strong by Sami Yusuf, and I’m a Mess by Ed Sheeran.

I don’t tag anyone.

Aug
31
2014

Reblogged from loudmouthlatina :

thunderupton:

can we please stop complimenting people by comparing them to ourselves?

“you’re so good looking and I’m just over here like a potato” no. stop.
a compliment is supposed to make someone feel good, not make two people feel bad or awkward.

stop self depreciating compliments 2k14

Aug
31
2014

Reblogged from foreverklass :

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If I should have a daughter…“Instead of “Mom”, she’s gonna call me “Point B.” Because that way, she knows that no matter what happens, at least she can always find her way to me. And I’m going to paint the solar system on the back of her hands so that she has to learn the entire universe before she can say “Oh, I know that like the back of my hand.”

She’s gonna learn that this life will hit you, hard, in the face, wait for you to get back up so it can kick you in the stomach. But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air. There is hurt, here, that cannot be fixed by band-aids or poetry, so the first time she realizes that Wonder-woman isn’t coming, I’ll make sure she knows she doesn’t have to wear the cape all by herself. Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I’ve tried.

And “Baby,” I’ll tell her “don’t keep your nose up in the air like that, I know that trick, you’re just smelling for smoke so you can follow the trail back to a burning house so you can find the boy who lost everything in the fire to see if you can save him. Or else, find the boy who lit the fire in the first place to see if you can change him.”

But I know that she will anyway, so instead I’ll always keep an extra supply of chocolate and rain boats nearby, ‘cause there is no heartbreak that chocolate can’t fix. Okay, there’s a few heartbreaks chocolate can’t fix. But that’s what the rain boots are for, because rain will wash away everything if you let it.

I want her to see the world through the underside of a glass bottom boat, to look through a magnifying glass at the galaxies that exist on the pin point of a human mind. Because that’s how my mom taught me. That there’ll be days like this, “There’ll be days like this my momma said” when you open your hands to catch and wind up with only blisters and bruises. When you step out of the phone booth and try to fly and the very people you wanna save are the ones standing on your cape. When your boots will fill with rain and you’ll be up to your knees in disappointment and those are the very days you have all the more reason to say “thank you,” ‘cause there is nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline no matter how many times it’s sent away.

You will put the “wind” in win some lose some, you will put the “star” in starting over and over, and no matter how many land mines erupt in a minute be sure your mind lands on the beauty of this funny place called life.

And yes, on a scale from one to over-trusting I am pretty damn naive but I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar. It can crumble so easily but don’t be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it.

“Baby,” I’ll tell her “remember your mama is a worrier but your papa is a warrior and you are the girl with small hands and big eyes who never stops asking for more.”

Remember that good things come in threes and so do bad things and always apologize when you’ve done something wrong but don’t you ever apologize for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining.

Your voice is small but don’t ever stop singing and when they finally hand you heartbreak, slip hatred and war under your doorstep and hand you hand-outs on street corners of cynicism and defeat, you tell them that they really ought to meet your mother.

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Sarah Kay (via hqlines)

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