top whatever best books of all time list and wolf hall isnt in first place. dont piss me off 🙄 ur wrong. taste may be subjective but this fucking isnt. a blight be upon ur whole house

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hello vonnie
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NASA
One Nice Bug Per Day
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Three Goblin Art
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top whatever best books of all time list and wolf hall isnt in first place. dont piss me off 🙄 ur wrong. taste may be subjective but this fucking isnt. a blight be upon ur whole house
deep down you know june is actually going to feel like this. put down the poem excerpts
i miss how during lockdown emails would always open with In times such as these, now more than ever.... we stopped but it's literally still times such as these. and now is always more than ever
Was shelving dvds at the library and saw a movie called leviathan. at last, I thought, some bold director has adapted Thomas Hobbes’s complex work of political thought into a cinematic masterpiece. unfortunately that was not the case
they're hiring me at the extra virgin olive oil factory as the oathsworn knight who protects the chastity of the olives
many dishonourable knaves in the notes of this post
if you vote me for president i vow to make everything the ocean again. no more land only ocean. this will solve all of our problems and replace them with new, far more interesting problems
He turned away; he didn't feel he could bear it. He was terribly afraid that happiness was a habit, or a quality knitted into temperament, or it might be something you learn when you're a child, a kind of language, harder than Latin or Greek, that you should have a good grasp on by the age of seven. What if you haven't got that grasp? What if you're in some way happiness-stupid, hapiness-blind? It occurred to him that some people, ashamed of being illiterate, who always pretend to others that they can read. Sooner or later they get found out, of course. But it is always possible that while you are valiantly pretending, the principles of reading strike you for the first time, and you are saved. By analogy, it is possible that while you, the unhappy person, are trying out some basic expressions - the kind of thing you get in phrasebooks for Travellers - the grammar and syntax of the neglected language are revealing themselves, somehow in the back of your mind. That's all very well, he thought, but the process could take years. He understood her problem: how do you know you will live long enough to be fluent?
Hilary Mantel, A Place Of Greater Safety
i’m burning the candle at ends you’ve never heard of
[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over
Death is your prince, you are not his patron; when you think he is engaged elsewhere, he will batter down your door, walk in and wipe his boots on you.
- Bring Up the Bodies by Hilary Mantel
I love when people whose first languages have grammatical gender use the wrong pronoun in English. "this river is so green because he is fed by glaciers" aw the river is Just A Little Guy. your version of my language is better
hey can you reblog and tell me what’s the happiest you’ve ever felt while watching a sporting event?
went to an anglican service last night for the first time. hashtag #cromwellmaxxing
my erotic fanfiction is more historically accurate than yours. here it claims that shes moaning 'yes,' however classical latin didn't have a word that corresponds to Modern English 'yes,' i.e. an affirmative answer to an interrogative. You could have easily avoided this glaring implausibility by allowing her to moan plus, 'more'—as exemplified in my critically acclaimed fic with an unprecedented number of kudos (eleven). I recommend that you log out of AO3 and return only after acquiring satisfactory knowledge of the subject matter.
people who learned about greek mythology due reasons that DONT involve having read percy jackson at 12 freak me out, like what the FUCK was going on in your life that you found out that zeus turned into a pigeon to woo his wife like HOW
tumblr users baffled by the concept of engaing with things that aren't YA fiction and fandom.
The Mirror and the Light, Hilary Mantel
*has a thought and has to scroll back to where I was on the tumblr dashboard to remember it*