We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.
Sometimes the real gems are still on the ground waiting to be discovered, shining in their own way. So stop stepping on them.
Butterfly-N-Making because I know I'm still growing and learning. I'm learning more about myself and what makes me feel good about myself, flaws and all. Some things that I like and find pleasure in, others may not like and that's okay. To each their own but none of my pleasures are guilty. I'm learning not to put so much into others people idea of what I'm supposed to be and just being who I want to be, because as much as I want to, I just can't please everyone and myself at the same time.
"I have a doctorate in Buddhist philosophy. Now I want to learn as many languages as possible so I can teach as many people as possible." "What do you think is the most important thing that people can learn from Buddhism?" "Compassion. Everyone suffers and everyone needs happiness."
"Ancient moon priestesses were called virgins. ‘Virgin’ meant not married, not belonging to a man - a woman who was ‘one-in-herself’. The very word derives from a Latin root meaning strength, force, skill; and was later applied to men: virile. Ishtar, Diana, Astarte, Isis were all called virgin, which did not refer to sexual chastity, but sexual independence. And all great culture heroes of the past, mythic or historic, were said to be born of virgin mothers: Marduk, Gilgamesh, Buddha, Osiris, Dionysus, Genghis Khan, Jesus - they were all affirmed as sons of the Great Mother, of the Original One, their worldly power deriving from her. When the Hebrews used the word, and in the original Aramaic, it meant ‘maiden’ or ‘young woman’, with no connotations to sexual chastity. But later Christian translators could not conceive of the ‘Virgin Mary’ as a woman of independent sexuality, needless to say; they distorted the meaning into sexually pure, chaste, never touched."
Monica Sjoo, The Great Cosmic Mother: Rediscovering the Religion of the Earth (via tierdropp)
"Consensual sex" is just sex. To say that implies that there is such a thing as "non consensual sex", which there isn’t. That’s rape. That is what it needs to be called. There is only sex or rape. Do not teach people that rape is just another type of sex. They are two very separate events. You wouldn’t say "breathing swimming" and "non breathing swimming", you say swimming and drowning.
"We’re just trying to make black history. It’s like they’re trying to make blacks history."
Performing during the Penmanship Books reading at the 2014 National Poetry Slam.
I first watched this a month ago. At the time listening to this left me speechless, but only because my thoughts were flickering by so fast that I couldn’t discern them…. I couldn’t get the words out quick enough before another thought hit me.
I still feel this way, now a month later, but now after watching this over and over again I now know that this poem resonates within me to the point that I don’t have to articulate with words what I feel for it because this poem is so real, so raw that others who feel the same way need not to express themselves with words because like me it made them feel. Feel for myself, my family and the countless people of color around the world who have gone and are still going through unnecessary pain. It made me feel for all of my brothers and sisters that wear poverty like they are supposed to be proud of it…. But it also made me feel hope, made me have hope because this man who I’ve never met before and probably never will was able to take some of my jumbled, tumbling thoughts and speak them in a way that people not only hear but listen.
It’s empowering. To say the least.
"Speak the truth, even if your voice shakes."
His voice, his words didn’t shake, but they shook me. Hard.
He reaches into his pocket and sets the Philosopher’s Stone down on the edge of the headmaster’s desk. It glints low and red in the light.
Professor Dumbledore does not react immediately. His blue eyes are steady, trained on it with a great but detached intensity.
“My, my, my,” he says after a moment’s pause.
“You are one of the most powerful wizards alive today,” Draco says. “If you had truly wanted to make this safe, you could have crafted layers of impenetrable wards, put it under the Fidelius Charm, locked it in a safe. Instead, you put it behind a series of booby traps that an eleven-year-old can successfully surmount.”
“In fairness, Mr. Malfoy,” Professor Dumbledore returns, peering over his spectacles and up at Draco, “I think it’s clear that you are hardly an average eleven-year-old.”
CHAOS THEORY by Tessa Crowley [AO3][FFN] 100k words / Explicit / Draco x Harry
Chaos: when the present determines the future, but the approximate present does not approximately determine the future. One gene varies, one neuron fires, one butterfly flaps its wings, and Draco Malfoy’s life is completely different. Draco has always found a certain comfort in chaos. Perhaps he shouldn’t.
THIS WORK COMES WITH HUGE TRIGGER WARNINGS. It contains graphic scenes of torture (physical and psychological), gore, and major character death. Please believe me when I say this story gets very, very dark and is absolutely not for the faint of heart.
In fact you probably just shouldn’t read this story. I have it on good authority that it will ruin your life.
I haven’t dabbled in the HP Fandom in a while, it’s been even longer since I’ve dived into Drarry. But my goodness, I’ve stumbled across this story and I am ensnared once again! I think I read this in less than 8 hours…. Every single second was beautiful, just beautiful love, beautiful pain and Draco!!!! This will forever be the BEST DRACO VOICE EVER! I currently have the stomach flu and I can’t really express myself with written words because I have to put my phone down every few seconds. But this story has just made my day! Tessa Crowley, I love you, I do believe you have a fan from this moment on and you won’t be getting rid of me!