Just started doing Pottermore. Mostly for the sorting and such, I’m not ashamed to admit. I kind of feel like a real witch now. It makes me happy in the bubbliest of ways.
RuneSpirit27313
House: Ravenclaw
Familiar: Barn Owl
Wand: 14 1/2 inches, Larch, Pheonix Feather, Slightly Springy
How about you guys?
Is that your girlfriend over there?
I had to make a decision, you know. Like we all had to do. I mean, it’s not easy for anyone and that’s part of the- it’s part of the problem, you know. And I had to ask myself, ‘am I a part of the problem?’. You know, I see all of these actors, people I work with, people I know, who are living two lives. And one of which is secret. And I can’t help but think that if I’m hiding something, then I’m ashamed of it. I think if you’re hiding anything - no matter how good your reason is - then you’re ashamed of it and I was so tired of seeing countless adolescents taking their lives because they couldn’t understand that it gets better. And part of the reason they didn’t understand that is because they’ve got no role models, they’ve got no people really confirming that it does get better. And it’s okay to be how you are. You’re born that way. We might as well start criminalizing people who are left-handed.
It’s who I am and who I love. I’ll never get to apologize for it or hide it because it’s not wrong. And I don’t feel ashamed of it. I have a lot to risk and a lot of people who’ve come before me had a lot to risk and I can’t help but think I have to stand up for what’s right.
I’d rather go down for doing what’s right, than to rise for doing what’s wrong.
I’m very often referred to as “Sir” in elevators and such. I think it has to do with being this tall and not wearing much lipstick. I think people just can’t imagine I’d be a woman if I look like this.
(Source: bradfordbloke)
You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got.
And at one point you’d hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your brokenhearted spouse there in the pew and tell him that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you. And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever.
And the physicist will remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives.
And you’ll want the physicist to explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed, they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they’ll be comforted to know your energy’s still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you’re just less orderly. Amen.
Aaron Freeman “You Want A Physicist To Speak at your Funeral”
(source: npr)
I can’t stop crying.
(via everythinginthrees)
Not a bit of you is gone— you’re just less orderly.
(via qglas)
(Source: lonelyheartsdeathmetal)
BRINGING HER DAUGHTER TO WORK: Licia Ronzulli, Italy’s member of the European Parliament, voted Wednesday during a session in Strasbourg, France, with her daughter in her lap. (Vincent Kessler/Reuters)
LIKE A MOTHERFUCKING BOSS