#(I’m not doing that)

[ultimatelifeform-official]

TELL THE BAT TO STOP TRYING TO STEAL THE MASTER EMERALD. I CAN SEE THROUGH HER FEEBLE MIND GAMES.

god forbid women do anything.

[this-aint-massachusetts]

A new fic on tumblr? Oh boy oh boy! I can’t wait to read this

*jumps off a cliff*

[sappymix1]

my thesis got posted online should i make a post like i would for a fanfic

[stump-salsa]

Take this *throws it at your face full force*

[dogmannn]

WHAT THE HELL DO I USE 23 DOLLARS FOR????

This maybe. Maybe I’ll put it on my backpack. Maybe people will ask, “who the hell is that”, and I respond with, “oh that’s my wife… I miss her.”

[boraxquinn]

I don’t know how people still like or trust you with how many relationships you have fucked up. You just leave them and move on to the next. You’re not even that pretty.

Bora: Do you think I do that on propose? Like I didn’t care about all the guys I’ve dated? Of course I did! No one ever wants to break up with someone. Even if they are treating you badly. Because you still love them. I mean yea there are one night stands but that’s a whole different thing and I’ve never personally did that before.

I’ve been dumped, abused, lied too, I dumped the other person, and I’ve lied too. And I’ve had relationships where the loved went away on both sides. But I never just go “you know what, I’m bored. I think I want to break a person’s heart today.”

And I “move on” cause I have too. There is no use crying and beating yourself up over someone that will never come back. You have to move on to be happy again.

I have lost friends, and some people don’t trust me. But I’m not gonna beg on my knees to change their minds. If they don’t, they don’t. It hurts, but I can always meet new people. People come and go.

I am beautiful. I don’t need you to tell me that cause I already know it. If you don’t agree, that’s your loss.

[bolt-x0]

AH FUCK I FORGOT THIS WAS ON MY IPAD THIS IS WHAT I OPENED IT UP TO FUCK-

[not-the-organ]

pull out a fucking ouija board

What would that do??

[canonically47]

me with EQGYSAU, THHYSAU and FGEAU

really crazy how much i’ve imagined this fic. like it’s soooooo imagined you wouldn’t even believe. not writing it though

[cloudberrytroll]

Hug

[my-darling-boy]

I was at a bookstore looking through the art section and I saw a spine that said The Camden Town Nudes which was interesting because this didn’t seem like the bookstore where I would ever find something like that and I wanted to have a casual look but like. This also wasn’t exactly the bookstore where you felt like you could look at naked pictures let alone just suggestive paintings of them, it’s a really small shop as well, so I was like right I’ll just take a quick peek, I’m an art student, I love history, maybe I’ll buy it. I looked both ways and saw the shopkeep had left momentarily and no one was about, so I opened it and found it was an entire book featuring nude Edwardian women all painted by Walter Sickert between 1905-1912 and it was actually quite a revolutionary set of paintings for its time given that it featured very raw depictions of working class nude women in dark London instead of the elegant, white bedsheet clad, Demure middle and upper class women usually depicted.

And of course RIGHT as I flip to this lady’s boobs practically taking up an entire double page spread, every customer in a 5 mile radius appeared from around the corners of the shelf including the shopkeep and immediately regressing to a wet, pathetic Edwardian man from 1908, startled, I dropped the large book which caused a giant SLAP on the floor in this already silent store thus causing all patrons to look down at me scrambling on my knees to close a giant book of Edwardian boobs and let me tell you it would not have been nearly as funny had I not immediately felt like some Edwardian local pervert who just tried to sneak a cheeky peek at the erotic book in the bookstore only to drop it dramatically causing a scene, red up to his ears trying to shove it back on the shelf. Like such a casual and normal thing in modern day but looking at Edwardian women suddenly turned it into this egregious act as I apparently became possessed by the spirit of a moustached man in a bowler hat and morning coat going Good Heavens I mustn’t gaze upon these images in public lest the constable haul me away!

[antlerclxws]

[ered]

Here’s my take on the whole audio books vs. reading:

Oral tradition of storytelling predates written ones by millennias, and honestly, which one you like is just a personal preference.

The actual difference is

when listening, you have no idea how to write characters’ names

when reading, you have no idea how to pronounce characters’ names

hope this helps!

[froody]

every prehistoric human reconstruction has me thinking “I want to smoke weed with this bitch”

she looks like she would have been an awesome neighbor, like she would have loved menthols and called me baby