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Nice Blogging - (manchmal) ein bischen was zum Nachdenken

Beitrag  Katyarianna am Mi 21 Okt - 14:19

Ich lese gerne queer(friendly) Blogs, und immer wieder finden sich nette Sachen:


Das "schwache Geschlecht":


(Harry Potter) Realität:

The war is over, and nobody has won.

Harry’s hands shake when he cleans his glasses, and sleep doesn’t come as easily as death. The boy who lived is now the man who can’t stand to. His ears echo with the sound of falling bodies, and every time he closes his eyes, he sees nothing but green light. You’ve lost so much, you don’t have anything left.

Hermione carefully chronicles the fliers that denounced her and her friends, because they are history, after all. She doesn’t think she needs to write down the hate she saw in people’s eyes when they saw nothing past her unclean blood. She’ll never forget it. She reads more than ever, knowing the cost of knowledge, knowing how much words can hurt, or heal.

His crown is rusted and dented, but Ron still remembers when he was king. When his arms weren’t scarred, and they didn’t ache from holding a broken family together. His family tree is missing so many branches. It’s a wonder it’s still growing at all.

Cho still has pictures of Cedric tucked inside her wallet, shows them to anyone who asks who the first casualty was of the war. She won’t let him, or anyone, be forgotten. She remembers the names of the dead, and honours them in the way only the heartbroken can.

Luna hates the dark, hates cold stone and slimy walls. She can’t find anything to love in locked doors. She holds Ginny’s hand through all the scary parts of this new world, and Ginny keeps the night at bay with a blazing temper. They’re best friends forged in war, and there’s nothing stronger.

The war made a lot of orphans, and so many of the pass through Fleur’s doors. She keeps them open, never wants a child not to have a home in the cottage. The sea can cure a multitude of ills, and when somebody can’t see past the next day, she takes them to Dobby’s hill, and tells them all about a brave creature who did what nobody thought he could do, even when spells raged around him. (Nobody counted the house elf dead, she realises, later.)

Some days, the weight of what they saved isn’t anything at all compared to the crushing pressure of what they sacrified. But the sun carries on rising, and children are getting their letters for a school that was almost lost. Pure-blood has lost it’s meaning, and muggleborns can tilt their head in sheer defiance, their existence a rebellion.

All will never be well again.

But perhaps, it’ll be a little bit better.

 The end isn’t always a happily ever after. (A.V.P)





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Re: Nice Blogging - (manchmal) ein bischen was zum Nachdenken

Beitrag  Katyarianna am Di 1 Dez - 12:46

A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life. 
Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.
this fucks me up every single time
I never expected this to be my most popular poem out of the hundreds I’ve written. I was extremely bitter and sad when I wrote this and I left out the most beautiful part of that class.
After my teacher introduced us to this theory, she asked us, “is love a feeling? Or is it a choice?” We were all a bunch of teenagers. Naturally we said it was a feeling. She said that if we clung to that belief, we’d never have a lasting relationship of any sort.
She made us interview a dozen adults who were or had been married and we asked them about their marriages and why it lasted or why it failed. At the end, I asked every single person if love was an emotion or a choice.
Everybody said that it was a choice. It was a conscious commitment. It was something you choose to make work every day with a person who has chosen the same thing. They all said that at one point in their marriage, the “feeling of love” had vanished or faded and they weren’t happy. They said feelings are always changing and you cannot build something that will last on such a shaky foundation.
The married ones said that when things were bad, they chose to open the communication, chose to identify what broke and how to fix it, and chose to recreate something worth falling in love with.
The divorced ones said they chose to walk away.
Ever since that class, since that project, I never looked at relationships the same way. I understood why arranged marriages were successful. I discovered the difference in feelings and commitments. I’ve never gone for the person who makes my heart flutter or my head spin. I’ve chosen the people who were committed to choosing me, dedicated to finding something to adore even on the ugliest days.
I no longer fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can no longer see the stars in my eyes as long as they still choose to look until they find them again.

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