May 2012
April 2012
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not language but a map: lastofthetimeladies:... →
lastofthetimeladies:
professorgayton:
dis-combobulate:
martinfreempreg:
ihavebeensherlocked:
we-go-around-the-sun:
weasleylove:peetamellrks:
imagine if peeta’s dad was a butcher not a baker
his name could be meeta
if peeta’s dad sold vegetables
…
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“It’s kind of like reading the food journal of an autistic teenager. And there...”
– a coworker asked me what The Hunger Games is like and if they should read it (via drinkyourjuice)
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GODDAMN IT:
Me: i'm just going to do it feels-spew style, that will take up less time
Nat: SPEW IT LIKE A GYSER OF FEELS
Nat: That was perhaps a bit uncalled for
Me: dfjdsfhdsjfhksd GOD NAT DO YOU KNOW WHAT I JUST REALIZED
Nat: WHAT
Me: MY NAME IS GYZYM
Me: AND I
Me: SPEW
Me: FEELINGS
Me: *GODDAMN IT*
not language but a map: oh-you-better-run: okay,... →
oh-you-better-run:
okay, you know i want from cbs’s sherlock holmes, and am content to dream of if the opposite is all i’ll get?
holmes as bipolar, canonically bipolar, who never remembers to shave or eat or sleep when he’s up, doesn’t think either of those things matters when he’s down,…
not language but a map: oh-you-better-run: okay,... →
oh-you-better-run:
okay, you know i want from cbs’s sherlock holmes, and am content to dream of if the opposite is all i’ll get?
holmes as bipolar, canonically bipolar, who never remembers to shave or eat or sleep when he’s up, doesn’t think either of those things matters when he’s down,…
“What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly...”
– Sylvia Plath (via fractured-self)
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The beginnings of the American Revolution,...
BRITISH EMPIRE: All right, fine, your stupid embargo worked. We won’t levy any more taxes-
AMERICAN COLONIES: Huzzah! Time to get drunk!
BRITISH EMPIRE: Except on tea.
AMERICAN COLONIES: What?
BRITISH EMPIRE: Get over it, it’s just tea. Seriously, where do you get this idea that you’re special and should never have to pay taxes? We hope that idea doesn’t go on to infect your political discourse centuries from now.
AMERICAN COLONIES: We’re not buying your stupid tea.
BRITISH EMPIRE: Are you being serious right now? What are you going to do, just stop drinking tea?
AMERICAN COLONIES: Yes. We’ll drink coffee.
BRITISH EMPIRE: Do you even know what that is?
AMERICAN COLONIES: No, but we’ve heard it’s good and we’re feeling surly.
BRITISH EMPIRE: Fine, whatever, we don’t even care what you do anymore.
BRITISH EAST INDIA COMPANY: Actually, we are pretty much bankrupt, so you need to make them drink the tea.
BRITISH EMPIRE: Oh, for—just drink the tea.
AMERICAN COLONIES: No.
BRITISH EMPIRE: Do it.
AMERICAN COLONIES: NO.
BRITISH EMPIRE: Drink it.
AMERICAN COLONIES: Fuck you.
BRITISH EMPIRE: Drink it or we’ll punch you in the face.
AMERICAN COLONIES: *Boston Tea Party*
BRITISH EMPIRE: What the hell?
AMERICAN COLONIES: We heard it was Indians.
BRITISH EMPIRE: That’s interesting, because we heard it was a bunch of colonists wearing paint and dressed in costumes that were remarkably similar to what a crowd of drunks who wanted to look like Indians would assemble if the only supplies they had were found in an alley behind a bar.
AMERICAN COLONIES: You get all types in Boston.
BRITISH EMPIRE: …*Coercive Acts*
AMERICAN COLONIES: Oh, it is ON.
