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  “A scarlet steam engine was waiting next to a platform  packed with people. A sign overhead said Hogwarts Express, eleven o’clock. Harry looked behind him and saw a wrought-iron archway where the barrier had been, with  the words Platform Nine and Three-Quarters on it.  Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the chattering crowd, while cats of every color wound here and there between their legs. Owls hooted to one another in a disgruntled sort of way over the babble and the scraping of heavy trunks.”

Happy September 1st, y’all!


  “A scarlet steam engine was waiting next to a platform  packed with people. A sign overhead said Hogwarts Express, eleven o’clock. Harry looked behind him and saw a wrought-iron archway where the barrier had been, with  the words Platform Nine and Three-Quarters on it.  Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the chattering crowd, while cats of every color wound here and there between their legs. Owls hooted to one another in a disgruntled sort of way over the babble and the scraping of heavy trunks.”

Happy September 1st, y’all!


  “A scarlet steam engine was waiting next to a platform  packed with people. A sign overhead said Hogwarts Express, eleven o’clock. Harry looked behind him and saw a wrought-iron archway where the barrier had been, with  the words Platform Nine and Three-Quarters on it.  Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the chattering crowd, while cats of every color wound here and there between their legs. Owls hooted to one another in a disgruntled sort of way over the babble and the scraping of heavy trunks.”

Happy September 1st, y’all!


  “A scarlet steam engine was waiting next to a platform  packed with people. A sign overhead said Hogwarts Express, eleven o’clock. Harry looked behind him and saw a wrought-iron archway where the barrier had been, with  the words Platform Nine and Three-Quarters on it.  Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the chattering crowd, while cats of every color wound here and there between their legs. Owls hooted to one another in a disgruntled sort of way over the babble and the scraping of heavy trunks.”

Happy September 1st, y’all!


  “A scarlet steam engine was waiting next to a platform  packed with people. A sign overhead said Hogwarts Express, eleven o’clock. Harry looked behind him and saw a wrought-iron archway where the barrier had been, with  the words Platform Nine and Three-Quarters on it.  Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the chattering crowd, while cats of every color wound here and there between their legs. Owls hooted to one another in a disgruntled sort of way over the babble and the scraping of heavy trunks.”

Happy September 1st, y’all!

  “A scarlet steam engine was waiting next to a platform  packed with people. A sign overhead said Hogwarts Express, eleven o’clock. Harry looked behind him and saw a wrought-iron archway where the barrier had been, with  the words Platform Nine and Three-Quarters on it.
  Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the chattering crowd, while cats of every color wound here and there between their legs. Owls hooted to one another in a disgruntled sort of way over the babble and the scraping of heavy trunks.”

Happy September 1st, y’all!

(Source: stannisbarathcon)


For some, college means going to The Jo on Sunday night for line dancing and cheap beer.

For my friends and I, it means making impromptu ice cream runs and staying up late watching Pokèmon on Netflix.

Yup, I’m living it up my senior year in the best way with the best people. :)


Ay, all proceeds and changes…we call the supernal lights fixed, yet they wander about yonder plain, and if I looked again where I looked an hour ago, the face of the eternal heavens is altered. The silly moon and inconstant planets vary nightly their erratic dance; the sun itself, sovereign of the sky, ever and anon deserts his throne, and leaves his dominion to night and winter.

— The Last Man, Mary Shelley (107-8)


There’s all these songs about loving a girl who doesn’t know she’s beautiful. But what about loving a girl that does? How come liking myself makes me less appealing?

— My 12 year old cousin is actually pretty deep (via imjust-a-girl)


deducecanoe:

cryingalonewithfrankenstein:

gettysburgaddress:

huzzahhistory:

Abraham Lincoln used to wear these adorable goat slippers around the White House. Isn’t that just charming?
Side note: they’re a size 14. At 14, those goats are practically life-sized.

Historically, I didn’t think Lincoln could have been any more of a dork than I had already made him out to be. I was wrong.

ps this is amazing

I now must make goat slippers. I need them. I want them. I wanna be COOL like #16
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deducecanoe:

cryingalonewithfrankenstein:

gettysburgaddress:

huzzahhistory:

Abraham Lincoln used to wear these adorable goat slippers around the White House. Isn’t that just charming?

Side note: they’re a size 14. At 14, those goats are practically life-sized.

Historically, I didn’t think Lincoln could have been any more of a dork than I had already made him out to be. I was wrong.

ps this is amazing

I now must make goat slippers. I need them. I want them. I wanna be COOL like #16


What had been hardly won, was now, entirely possessed, doubly dear.

— The Last Man, Mary Shelley 94


teatective:

John saw that Sherlock was very far gone in his mind palace so he decided to tie his shoe laces together and later when Sherlock spring up with his grand reveal he said, “JOHN, I KNOW WHO COMMITTED THE CRI-” and falls right on his face. 

This will make John smile to himself spontaneously for the next 3 weeks.