(Fuente: pleatedjeans, vía sonnet-of-joy)

archatlas:

Nur Uretmen

A small sampling of the street photography by Nur Uretmen, a self-described amateur photographer from Kusadasi, Turkey. Her images allows us to see the beauty of her homeland beyond the front pages or tourism brochures.

Check out this blog!

My body is not perfect, but it is mine, and it is the only one I will ever get.

curvesalamode:

“If you talked to your friends the way you talk to your body, you’d have no friends left at all.” ― Marcia Hutchinson

curvesalamode:

“If you talked to your friends the way you talk to your body, you’d have no friends left at all.” ― Marcia Hutchinson

(Fuente: stateofthelinds)

finally-human:

Did I mention I’m a dragon?

finally-human:

Did I mention I’m a dragon?

(Fuente: locosporcristo)

(Fuente: locosporcristo)

riddlesandtherhymes:

There’s an abandoned house in England called The Potter Manor House. It looks like this. And if this isn’t the house of James’s parents, then I don’t know what is.

(vía apalapucian)

apalapucian:

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT’S NOT YOURS?!”

“I mean… I don’t own it?”

“What do you mean it’s…” Lily sat down on the bed opposite, swatting a strand of hair from her face. She glared at Marlene, who looked at her as if she was scared for her sanity—and Lily thought she just might have a reason to be. “You cannot be serious, McKinnon,” she hissed.

“Erm, I sort of am. Grabbed it by accident two weeks ago in the locker rooms after practice,” explained Marlene. “I didn’t realize until he asked the team, and I’ve been meaning to return it. But then you took it, and—”

“Why didn’t you tell me all that at once?”

Marlene raised her eyebrows. “The night before last, you were in the common room, and I—”

“You told me, ‘hey, Lily! nice shirt’!”

“Yes!”

“I thought you were proud of me for wearing a baggy Quidditch shirt out there! Your baggy Quidditch shirt! Since when was that synonymous to ‘hey, Lily, that’s not mine’?”

“Alright, Lil, this is ridiculous,” said Marlene, going on the defensive. “It could so easily have been synonymous to, ‘hey, Lily—wow, you’re wearing James Potter’s shirt!’”

Read More

sexualnico:

camphalf—blood:

Annabeth: I’m pregnant

Percy:

Annabeth:

Percy:

Annabeth:

Percy: so is it going to come out of your head or

(vía jamespottersd)

scottdisickpage:

Only scott would tweet this

scottdisickpage:

Only scott would tweet this

(vía itsmeawoman)

excepttheeyes:

"Has Neville never told you why he has been brought up by his grandmother? His father, Frank, was an Auror just like Professor Moody. He and his wife were tortured for information about Voldemort’s whereabouts after he lost his powers, as you heard." "So they’re dead?" said Harry quietly. “No,” said Dumbledore, his voice full of a bitterness Harry had never heard there before. “They are insane. They are both in St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. I believe Neville visits them, with his grandmother, during the holidays. They do not recognize him.”

(vía themarauderera)

archatlas:

Frank Gehry: The Musical

Dancing architectural models channel “West Side Story” as a group of artists pay homage to the architect in an unusual exhibition.

"Depending on the time you enter the massive space, you may see eight models of Gehry’s major works—the Guggenheim Abu Dhabi, Facebook’s West Campus Building, and an unrealized proposal for the National Art Museum of China, among them—engaged in a kind of ballet. Thanks to the wheels attached to the tables on which the models sit and to the rhythmic labor of a few Arles-based human handlers, the constructions have been moving since April in a dance imagined by Tino Seghal, an artist celebrated for orchestrating “constructed situations” that often involve performers and unfold over time. Their movements are set to a score by venerable French composer Pierre Boulez. Seghal gave the handlers a list of movements, but they decide which to put in motion and when. At one point, on a recent visit, as the Guggenheim Bilbao and the Disney Concert Hall came rushing together, they stopped just short of collision to twirl away in separate directions, bringing to mind a Sharks-versus-Jets situation from “West Side Story.”

Read the full article here.