Past Writing From Other Account

welp, I am now over a month into quarantine.  I have not seen any person face-to-face that is not my family for over five weeks.  Chances are that quarantine will be extended anyways.  my motivation to do literally anything has plummeted, until i end up lying on the floor knowing that i should be doing something productive, but not having enough self control to make myself actually do the thing.  sigh.

Victoria Priessnitz

sooo..

i was able to find free arcane for those who want it

dm or comment in case this doesn't work so i can find another source or correct myself

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Snow falling, bittersweetness, dancing in the dark on nimble feet, stillness and unsettling quiet with your mind beginning to become curious

I recently started journaling and for some reason I feel a lot less anxious and I get things done?

A quick thing on Slytherins

Slytherins are the most misunderstood house.  And some of us like it that way, but I think that we are the most misunderstood house because we are the most diverse house.  

Ambition.  That is our main trait, but what makes us so different from other members of our own house is what are we ambitious for and towards.  Draco was ambitious to be like his family and earn his place.  Slughorn was ambitious into building a career and carefully curated circle of members beneficial to him.  Snape was ambitious for Lily.  We are all ambitious for something, but the question is what.

We have so many different divisions within our house, so i’m going to give a quick breakdown.  The stereotypical ‘evil’ (ambitious for wanting a place), the studious (ambitious for their best education), the artists (Ambitious for leaving their mark), and then there are the ones that are ambitious for who knows what, the ones you would never expect to be in Slytherin.  But, sometimes they are the most “slytherin” out of all of us.

What I mean to say is, that we are not the evil house.  When a Slytherin tells someone “Hey i’m a slytherin”  Oftentimes the first reaction is ‘Wow, I don’t picture you as dark and evil.”

So to all the “not-slytherins” in the slytherin house, just because you don’t have plans of world domination does not make you any less slytherin than the rest of us.

Thanks.

Hi guys, this is from my other account that ended up not liking me and letting me in.  Psych

Prompt #2010

“Did I ever really matter to you?”

“Yes,” said the antagonist. “You meant everything to me. You still do. And that’s why you have to die.”

Classic Book Recommendations For Each Hogwarts House

Gryffindor

The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas

Henry V by William Shakespeare

Beowulf

War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy

Les Miserables by Victor Hugo

Profiles in Courage by John F. Kennedy

The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank

Histories by Herodatus

Democracy in America by Alexis de Tocqueville

Hufflepuff

East of Eden by John Stenbeck

Othello by William Shakespeare

To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee

Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare

Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse

Love In the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

White Fang by Jack London

The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

The Hunchback of Notre Dame by Victor Hugo

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith

Ravenclaw

Farenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury

The Divine Comedy by Dante Alighieri

The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

The Brief, Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz

Animal Farm by George Orwell

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

The Odyssey by Homer

Middlemarch by George Eliot

Catch-22 by Joseph Heller

Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll

Slytherin

The Art of War by Sun Tzu

All the King’s Men by Robert Penn Warren

Hamlet by William Shakespeare

The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

The Autumn of the Patriarch by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

The Prince by Niccolo Machiavelli

Brave New World by Aldous Huxley

A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess

Macbeth by William Shakespeare

Dracula by Bram Stoker

part of me wants to become a pianist, elegant and poised wearing long light pink skirts on a daily basis, and kitten heels, and can perfect my craft for hours on end. part of me wants to become an author who can spin stories from lost things, and snuggle up with my notebooks and tea and sweaters and just dream of worlds that i wasnt meant to live in but i could share.  part of me wants to become a rebel and wear black leather jackets while reading angsty poetry, chop my hair short and fight for what matters to me, the kind of person who doesn’t care what others think of them as long as a point has been made.  So.  I don’t know what I want to do.  But whatever I do, I can assure you that I will not be boring.