On One Hand, I Am Loathe To Spend Money On Something As Fleeting And Useless As A Tumblr Post. On The

women with swords. men with swords. everyone with swords . you agree. reblog

witch house

are you a “filters tags from my mutual’s new obsession” Tumblr user or are you a “learns about their new obsession (semi-forcefully) by osmosis” Tumblr user

there is a correct answer

dead wife who was MEAN and slept without a TOP SHEET and only went to the beach when it was OVERCAST to SCOWL at the waves

Have you ever wondered where books come from?

Well then, let me show you, because that’s what I do for a living.

Right now, it’s this time of the year, and the little ones have just freshly hatched:

You’ll notice they’re still blind and naked when they hatch. So I make them little coats to keep them warm during their first winter:

See how they happily line up to put them on:

See? Better. Now they’re ready to go and explore the world.

And if they make it through the winter and we take good care of them, they will grow up to be strong and wise like their older fellows:

So, in case you were ever wondering, now you know.

Old Irish Curses

Go n-ithe an cat thú is go n-ithe an diabhal an cat = May the cat eat you, and may the devil eat the cat

Titim gan éirí ort = May you fall without rising

Imeacht gan teacht ort = May you leave without returning

Plá ar do theach = A plague on your house

Dóite agus loisceadh ort = Burning and scorching on you

Briseadh agus brú ar do chnámha = Breaking and crushing to your bones

Go ndéana an diabhal dréimire de cnámh do dhroma ag piocadh úll i ngairdín Ifrinn = May the devil make a ladder of your back bones while picking apples in the garden of hell

Go hIfreann leat a shlíomadóir lofa = To hell with you, you rotten bastard

i drew this little friend and i dont know what he is but i love him

My greatest fear? Yeah, I'd have to say that it's developing a time machine & going back to November 24, 1971 on a flight from Portland to Seattle to solve the mystery of D.B. Cooper, but wait, there is no D.B. Cooper onboard, and oh god I'm sitting in his seat, and I have to become D.B. Cooper and hijack that plane to preserve history and prevent a paradox

Yours is spiders? Yeah I can see that haha

the women in my bluetooth headphones sounds mad at me :(