The Daily Rickman
Kacie. 19.Fierce Fatty, Bibliophile, Sass Machine.
"Live a happy life, it drives people fucking crazy."
Do you guys have an suggestions of angry love songs?
along the lines of “Fuck You” or “Gives you hell”
thanks bebes! :)
Fat Body Politics: Dear non-fat friends,
These are shitty things you do, A LOT, which bother me, quite a bit:
- Post pictures of some really rich meal you’re eating and add captions like “this is why I’m fat” or “#fatass”. Fat people don’t eat like that all the time, if we did we wouldn’t maintain a steady…
Let me just put this out there before i get some scathing ask. NOT ALL THIN PEOPLE ACT LIKE THIS. But there are a lot that do.
I just wanted to make that clear.
You are worthy of love.
Your body is beautiful no matter the shape.
Health is more important than dress size.
The only person who needs to find you attractive is you.
A beautiful personality and self-love are more important than the opinions of the ignorant.
It’s ok to improve yourself, but it shouldn’t be for someone else’s benefit.
Now repeat after me: “I am beautiful”
We’re not broken, just bent. We can learn to love again.
Can we?
Can we ever learn to properly love after that first true love?
I don’t think I can. When you’re broken down, it’s just not the same when you rebuild. You never are exactly the same. Something is different.
Maybe it’s how you react when someone brushes their hands against yours, or how you flinch when someone whispers in your ear.
You are different.
How you love is different.
I worry that my heart is too stretched out. It’s too twisted and ragged to hold someone there.
I don’t know how to fix it.
Just some late night ramblings
Soooo I’m so freaking excited for the end of the week.
this week has been ΓΣΣ rush.
I never thought I’d be this in love with this organization. I was super hesitant at first because for a long time I viewed sororities as just “buying friends”
Gamma Sig is so much more than paying dues.
It is a group of unique, independently minded women that come together to help others while promoting personal growth.
And I already love them all.
I’ve never felt so at ease and accepted to quickly. Those who I didn’t already know opened their arms to me and made me feel wonderful.
It’s also shown me that you don’t have to receive a bid to be special. I feel just as special ΓΣΣ as other people do in their sororities.
I can’t wait to get moving on this amazing adventure.
I know, it’s scary, innit? Thinking you love someone? Your giving over the only thing you can protect, your heart. Everything else around you can go to hell, but no one can touch your heart without your consent. And then you meet that person, and you give it to them. You no longer have the slightest control over it, all you can do is hope that they’ll take it and give you theirs in return. All you can do is hope that they don’t crush you.
Harry Potter, Tale as Old as Time by Wizards-Pupil
The 15 minute challenge.
Life is hard, followers. I know you probably don’t care about what I have to say… (Y’all only followed me for Alan Rickman ;P)
Maybe it’s the fact that I’m blogging on a picnic table outside in the freezing winds, but I’ve never felt more at peace. I have a thousand things to do, and I’m wasting valuable time writing this, but I can’t bring myself to truly care.
Don’t forget to make yourself happy, followers. We spend so much time worrying about work, school, family issues, marital issues, friend drama, and the like that we forget to do the little things that make us happy.
I challenge you to take fifteen minutes at least each day to do something that you truly love. For some, it may be quilting, others it may be playing solitaire. But I challenge all of you take time each day to do something that you love, and to do it for you. Not for your husbands, friends, or parents, but for you.
You don’t have to tell me what your 15 minutes is spent on, but if you want to, I’ll be happy to listen!
Maybe you think this is stupid. For some of you, it might be…. but for some people, this is exactly what they need.
You have every right to be happy, even if you are busy. So if taking some time each day to read your favorite chic-lit is something you want to do, don’t let others make you feel guilty. We’re all hard-working, beautiful men and women, and we all deserve to be happy.
I only favorited this story for the epilogue.
“Don’t go,” Severus entreated, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her back to the bed.
“I have to,” Hermione argued, struggling to sit back up.
“It’s dreadfully cold out there. Let me warm you up,” he said, trying to cover her body with his.
“I’m sure I’ll survive,” she said, half laughing, half gasping for breath. “It’s just now September.”
“McGonagall won’t notice if you’re a little late or you could floo and tell her you’re sick. I’m sure she could spare you for the day,” he said, trying unsuccessfully to pin her to the mattress. She stilled and looked at him with feigned disdain. He used the moment to trap her arms slightly above her head, his thumbs tracing small circles on the inside of her wrists.
“Are you implying, Severus Snape, that I’m not important?”
“No,” he said, leaning down to kiss her. “I’m explicitly emphasizing that you are more important to me.” He released her arms and kissed her again. She moved them to around his neck, her fingers scratching lightly at the base of his skull.
“Is that so?” she murmured as his mouth moved from her lips along her jaw line and up to the shell of her ear.
“Yes, and I’m more than a little hurt that you would rather spend the morning with snotty first years who can’t transfigure a thimble to save their lives,” he said. The deep tone and feel of his breath on her ear sent shivers down Hermione’s spine.
“It’s the first day of the term,” she protested as he turned his attention to her collarbone. “Just because you’ve retired from teaching doesn’t mean the rest of us can skive off. Don’t you have a book to write? Something like My Life as a Spy or 00Sevie?”
“What have I said about calling me that?” he growled, lifting his head and attempting to stare her down.
“Why do you think I keep doing it?” she said flippantly, pulling him down for another kiss. After a few moments, she summoned her strength and pushed him away.
“Really, I’m going to be late if I don’t hurry up.”
He huffed and lay back on the bed, letting her up. She smiled at his combination scowl and pout and started dressing.
“Dumbledore was right,” she said disdainfully twenty minutes later.
“About what?” he murmured into her neck. He had pouted for mere minutes before trying once more to persuade her back into bed. She was finding it difficult to button her robes with his arms wrapped around her waist and his head buried in her hair. She surrendered for a moment, rubbing her hands down his arms before clasping her hands in his. She turned in his embrace, looking at him.
“He told me that with love came passion, but it wouldn’t last forever.”
“A pity,” he said, moving his hands to the buttons she had just fastened. She swatted him away.
“He said it would be tiring. We would never get anything done and he’s right. For every button I get done this morning you unfasten two more. It took me ten minutes just to get my stockings on.” She grabbed at the hands that had moved back to the front of her robes and reached up to kiss him.
“He’s an old coot, most of what he says you should disregard.”
“I’ll tell him you said that,” she threatened playfully.
“Please do. I remind him on a weekly basis, but it won’t hurt to hear it coming from you as well,” he said with a smirk. She smiled up at him.
“I love you,” she said more seriously than before.
“I know,” he answered, smirking.
“I have to go,” she said.
“If you must.” She turned to leave, but paused at the door.
“But, Severus,” she said looking back at him.
“Yes?”
“I do have a break this morning at 10.”
“I love you,” he said with a smirk.
“I know,” she said, smiling as she headed to class.
