Old home week
The weekend before we visited my old elementary school. The shape of the sky through the old and achingly tall and thin pines is the shape so many hours of my childhood spent daydreaming out perfectly circular windows. We both regressed to youth a bit by just swinging in the playground, but can she really know how deeply ingrained 8-year-old aimlessness is in me, triggered by looking...
angeladellamuerta asked: How would you torture &/or kill your enemies?
the-advocatus-diaboli asked: Are you going to do something to liven up this dull lack o' theme?
i am your canadian boyfriend: when suddenly →
atsween: I sit down to type these words when suddenly the sword swings down to meet my neck when suddenly I duck and roll and leap to my feet in the forbidden Prancing Dragon pose when suddenly an armored hippopotamex on hire to the Black Council rips back the ceiling tiles and bellows my death when suddenly a Braxxian teleport screeches my bones across two galaxies to the cratered birthing...
Anonymous asked: Mrewmrew mrow mew. *licks paw, purrs* Mrrrrrow.
How To Solve The Fossil Fuel Crisis
angela-della-muerta: fakescience: It’s so simple! :D
verlieren: Understand women who feel like the highest form of flattery from men is being the object of their sexual desire and strive to achieve that. The end. I think it must be because it’s the only kind of positive feedback they’re likely to ever get, which is really, horribly sad and pathetically depressing.
Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of...– Rosemary Urquico (via misseevee)
your monkey called: Q: How many Cormac McCarthies... →
yourmonkeycalled: A: Two or perhaps three, approaching now, from beyond the tree in the long low light of morning. From some black place: a reckoning neither required nor bidden, a reckoning no judge could have ordered, but a reckoning nonetheless. One of the men carries a single glove, ready to grip the hot,…