ihmaiw2d:

p00pindaisies:

zannablack:

superlockedinthephandom:

sarajust:

taggedbooty:

offlcer:

♫ it’s going down, i’m yelling Simba ♫

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TOO SOON

IT’S BEEN 20 YEARS

WHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS BEEN 20 YEARS

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oh my god…

that’s 10 years but ok.

^I didn’t know it was 2004

The truth is, everyone likes to look down on someone. If your favorites are all avant-garde writers who throw in Sanskrit and German, you can look down on everyone. If your favorites are all Oprah Book Club books, you can at least look down on mystery readers. Mystery readers have sci-fi readers. Sci-fi can look down on fantasy. And yes, fantasy readers have their own snobbishness. I’ll bet this, though: in a hundred years, people will be writing a lot more dissertations on Harry Potter than on John Updike. Look, Charles Dickens wrote popular fiction. Shakespeare wrote popular fiction - until he wrote his sonnets, desperate to show the literati of his day that he was real artist. Edgar Allan Poe tied himself in knots because no one realized he was a genius. The core of the problem is how we want to define “literature”. The Latin root simply means “letters”. Those letters are either delivered - they connect with an audience - or they don’t. For some, that audience is a few thousand college professors and some critics. For others, its twenty million women desperate for romance in their lives. Those connections happen because the books successfully communicate something real about the human experience. Sure, there are trashy books that do really well, but that’s because there are trashy facets of humanity. What people value in their books - and thus what they count as literature - really tells you more about them than it does about the book.

Brent Weeks (via victoriousvocabulary)

astoundly:

sometimes i think i’m sassy and then i realize i’m just too sarcastic and borderline mean

thesugarhole:

if we are talking in person and i accidentally spit dont even call out i saw it and im dead inside

taliabobalia:

my ascent into adulthood

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if i wanted to fuck you

i would wake up buried in your collarbones
i would sit on the edge of my bed
spine ridges arched pointing directly into my closet
of skeletons

if i wanted to fuck you

i would make home in your lap
undress you like your mother did
kissing your rib cage wishing i could sink into every inch of you

if i wanted to fuck you

i would bite holes through your neck into your throat
i would unbury you like a corpse
i would give you reason to breathe

if i wanted to fuck you

i would glide myself like sound waves bouncing off of you
make you memorize my name like i was born for you to whimper it

if i wanted to fuck you

there would be miles of shredded skin
there would be scars on your back where for once in my life i wanted someone to be
that
close

but if i wanted to make love to you

i would buy you a train ticket
i would sound proof my room
i would border up my windows

if i wanted to make love to you

you should be nothing less
than terrified

(well-become-silhouettes)

Learn from everyone. Follow no one. Watch for patterns. Work like hell.

Scott McCloud (via kushandwizdom)

asvprock:

it’s not about how old Ariana is, it’s about how old she looks.

dancetilyoufeelbetter:

Is it possible to defeat what is definitely not probably a cold with sheer willpower?

Stay tuned to find out.

Update: Viruses are immune to my willpower. Definitely sick. Definitely cannot afford to be sick.

All I want is for the boy to bring me matzo ball soup and cuddle me until I’m better. But I don’t want to get him sick.

My only help in defeating the virus is NyQuil and chicken noodle soup from a can. Uck.

virginiaboredwoolf:

TV Season Summaries - Buffy the Vampire Slayer

that’s it that’s the whole show.

prokopetz:

This is the one time of year that I love wasps.

Not because the wasps themselves get any nicer. They’re horrid little creatures year round. No, it’s because I have a couple of big apple trees out back, and late August, early September is when the apples start ripening.

Now, if you don’t harvest your own fruit, there are two things you need to know about apples.

The first thing you need to know about apples is that, when apples get ripe, they tend to fall from the tree at the slightest breeze.

I often work late at the office; by the time I get home, there are piles of apples scattered everywhere - and sure enough, the wasps are out in force, gorging themselves on the fruit. When I go to clean up the windfallen apples, the wasps naturally do the “rawr, I’ma fuck you up!” routine for which wasps are known.

The second thing you need to know about apples is that they ferment very rapidly in the late August heat.

So: the wasps try to come at me, but they’re too drunk to fly. They get about an inch off the ground, then faceplant directly into the turf, flip over onto their backs, and lay there, legs twitching in the air as they try in vain to find something to sting.

Perhaps I’m a man of simple pleasures, but I bust up laughing every. single. time.

Fucking wasps.

The small city of Jennings, Mo., had a police department so troubled, and with so much tension between white officers and black residents, that the city council finally decided to disband it. Everyone in the Jennings police department was fired. New officers were brought in to create a credible department from scratch.

That was three years ago. One of the officers who worked in that department, and lost his job along with everyone else, was a young man named Darren Wilson.
The small city of Jennings, Mo., had a police department so troubled, and with so much tension between white officers and black residents, that the city council finally decided to disband it. Everyone in the Jennings police department was fired. New officers were brought in to create a credible department from scratch.

That was three years ago. One of the officers who worked in that department, and lost his job along with everyone else, was a young man named Darren Wilson.

kingjaffejoffer:

Michael Brown’s dad before the burial. 

The emotion and all of the sweat…. shit is hard to look at, even if its only a picture

transhumanisticpanspermia:

failmacaw:

nightmargin:

W E L C O M E

B  E    O  U  R    G  U  E  S  T

these skeletons look legitimately friendly and inviting, i don’t know about you guys but i’m hella stoked to kick it with these skeletons