Sonder

but imagine being in your favorite foreign city, living in a cute, cozy apartment with a lovely view, working at a small bookstore, spending your time at beautiful cofffee shops and libraries, taking long walks, meeting new people that make you feel good, being yourself, finding true love and actually feeling good & fullfilled with your life

*gently places a small mushroom in your hand*

?

*gently places another small mushroom in your hand*

the fruits of the earth do not exist to be worth something to us

@shitpostsampler vibes here

you only get 782 chances with me bitch i don’t tolerate shit

I will never understand why people create whole ass fantasy worlds and still oppress women in those worlds.

Like, you can have dragons, but not basic respect for women? Boring. Tired. Basic and sexist.

One thing nobody tells you about adulthood is how lonely it can be. Everyone is always working full time, your schedules never work around each other, and it becomes harder to make solid friendships. It’s no wonder so many people stay in boring or shitty relationships because at least you have someone to do things with. I’ve lately discovered the joys of doing things myself because I couldn’t just wait around for my friends to clear their schedules and I’ll be damned if I get into a bad relationship out of loneliness

Satan Eye for the Human Guy

He wasn’t there for a murder investigation…

why are girls so attractive??? i’m not complaining just impressed

My favorite thing about Dungeons & Dragons is how fucking quickly people become ride-or-die bitches with each other

no lie i had a campaign where I tried playing a really chaotic neutral “leave me alone” rouge and ended up attached at the hip to our monk who couldn’t roll higher than a natural 10 to literally save his life bc in our first encounter he called my character “a nice lass” and that was all it took

#these are my weird friends they are my weird friends you can’t have them

Whenever Hagrid finally decides to retire as Care of Magical Creatures professor you can bet your last knut that Charlie Weasley flies back to England the following week excitedly waving his resume and recommendation letters from no less than two Scamanders and the Minister of Magic, Hermione Granger.

I’m pretty sure he would also have recommendation letters from Rubeus Hagrid, the retiring professor, Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived and a very confusing one from Puddlemere United player, Oliver Wood, saying that he was one of the best Seekers he had ever seen.

Not to mention the fact that he flies back to England not on a broomstick or any other normal form of transportation, but landing on the Hogwarts grounds on the back of the largest dragon anyone has ever seen.

Reblogging again for that last addition. 

Not just any large dragon, either. A huge Norwegian Ridgeback that immediately curls itself around Hagrid’s Hut once Charlie dismounts. And it purrs when Hagrid dodders out of his hut to see what’s going on.

Norbert sneezes some sparks into Hagrid’s beard for old time sake. Hagrid bursts into joyful sobs. “He remembers his mummy! After all these years!”

for those who are struggling with having and finding purpose: maybe, for now, your purpose is waking up in the morning and taking on the day ahead. maybe your purpose is continuing to live despite it all.