When Welcome To Night Vale Said: “Sleep Heavily And Know That I Am Here With You. The Past Is Gone,

Pretty Little Liars Gag Reel

Cats Who Have No Intention Of Letting You Read Your Book

"Spoiler alert: the main character dies. Now gimme some tuna."

(photos via the dodo)

this is the most powerful image on the internet.. reblog to join the circle

to 134 more years of the never-ending cycle of first meetings and comfortable domesticity

to holmes and watson, in all their forms

I wasn't talking about getting love. I'm saying that if you ask the gods for things like wealth, health, love, and wisdom; you should give something just as equally valuable. Now a days milk and honey doesn't really count as sacrifice like back in the days. Back then jt was the source of people's livelihood. Now we give it just as a little gift. I think that if we are to ask something from the gods it should be something out of our comfort zone, a real sacrifice to modern age humans.

1.) You don’t have the guts to talk about this without the Anon filter, so I’m not totally convinced you’re not trolling me

2.) We don’t live in the Dark Ages anymore, we don’t do human or animal sacrifice. We don’t dismember ourselves. Anybody advocating these things is dangerous.

3.) If you feel like you need to give your god $500 and a new car in order for it to be valid or whatever, don’t let me stop you.

I’m gonna be over here with all my fingers and toes thanks.

i’ve been feeling rly sluggish and a little down, so just to motivate myself and remind myself 

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“Aw shit, I am a woman, friendless, hopeless!”

Henry VIII,  Act 3, Scene 1  

Shakespeare, but every instance of “alas” has been replaced with “aw shit”

 “Aw shit, poor Yorick!”

-Hamlet, Act 5 Scene 1

“Aw shit, that love, so gentle in his view,

Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!“

-Romeo & Juliet, Act 1 Scene 1

“O, no! Aw shit, I rather hate myself

For hateful deeds committed by myself.”

-Richard III, Act 5 Scene 3

“Aw shit, poor country, almost afraid to know itself! It cannot be called our mother, but our grave.”

Macbeth, Act 4 Scene 3

HEY WRITER FRIENDS

there’s this amazing site called realtimeboardwhich is like a whiteboard where you can plan and draw webs and family trees and timelines and all that sort of stuff. you can also insert videos, documents, photos, and lots of other things. you can put notes and post-its and, best of all, you can invite other people to be on the board with you and edit together!! 

this is really really awesome and a great tool for novel planning, so if you’re doing nanowrimo…. this could be good for you!!

my pet peeve are fic summaries with something deep and obscure that not only tell me nothing about the story but dont MEAN anything theyre just words like

‘When lost eyes lock onto a summer’s shadow, will love make it in the end?? [content warnings]: anal fisting ‘

13))

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16 days to 2015 and I still think I’m in 2012