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@kirlett
Based on genital structure men should really be the ones wearing skirts and women should be wearing pants.
The Scots were right all along
The Scots did it to hide more knives on their bodies.
the Scots were right all along
Everything in the universe is either a potato or not a potato.
headcanon
The most compelling headcanon I’ve ever seen
the reason male comic book fans work themselves into a frenzied rage over “fake geek girls“ is because they think they can’t get a girlfriend because of their love for comic books (a.k.a nerdiness). if they accept that geek girls genuinely love comic books, then they’re left with the cold harsh reality that it’s not their nerdiness that makes them unattractive to women, but the fact that they are misogynistic condescending dickbags who need to be avoided AT ALL COSTS
mosquitoes had the nerve…the audacity…the unmitigated gall…to come into my home…where i pay the bills…and suck the blood out of my veins…veins i’ve had for 22 years…
To be a writer...
You don’t need to write every day. You don’t need to write 500 pages. You don’t need to follow “the system.” You don’t need a love interest, or a bad-ass villain, or a hunky hero, or a sexy heroine.
To be a writer, you need only the will and determination to put your thoughts on paper, or the internet, or dirt, or skin. Carve your words in the bark of a tree. Scratch them on an old railing.
To be a writer, you need to be willing to give to the world something it never had before. You’ll be scared, shy of what others may think. But in passing, a stranger could glance at your words and be moved. They may admire you, they may hate you. Or they may never know you.
To be a writer, you need only love the art of writing.
SEE?! He is such a two faced bastard
… and this, ladies & gentlemen, is what’s passing for TwooWuv these days
it makes me feel sick to my stomach that they’re going to remain the show’s otp. They need to break up after this. This is sick and wrong and unhealthy and it’s going to send a horrible message when they stay together.
Maisie Williams’s cute “date” to the Emmys (x)
Peter traded his Emmy for Maisie’s date
He looks so proud of it
With reason. That’s a hot date right there.
The Last Words Of 25 Famous Dead Writers
When you’ve dedicated your life to words, it’s important to go out eloquently.
Ernest Hemingway: “Goodnight my kitten.” Spoken to his wife before he killed himself.
Jane Austen: “I want nothing but death.” In response to her sister, Cassandra, who was asking her if she wanted anything.
J.M Barrie: “I can’t sleep.”
L. Frank Baum: “Now I can cross the shifting sands.”
Edgar Allan Poe: “Lord help my poor soul.”
Thomas Hobbes: “I am about to take my last voyage, a great leap into the dark,”
Alfred Jarry: “I am dying…please, bring me a toothpick.”
Hunter S. Thompson: “Relax — this won’t hurt.”
Henrik Ibsen: “On the contrary!”
Anton Chekhov: “I haven’t had champagne for a long time.”
Mark Twain: “Good bye. If we meet—” Spoken to his daughter Clara.
Louisa May Alcott: “Is it not meningitis?” Alcott did not have meningitis, though she believed it to be so. She died from mercury poison.
Jean Cocteau: “Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking towards me, without hurrying.”
Washington Irving: “I have to set my pillows one more night, when will this end already?”
Leo Tolstoy: “But the peasants…how do the peasants die?”
Hans Christian Andersen: “Don’t ask me how I am! I understand nothing more.”
Charles Dickens: “On the ground!” He suffered a stroke outside his home and was asking to be laid on the ground.
H.G. Wells: “Go away! I’m all right.” He didn’t know he was dying.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe: “More light.”
W.C. Fields: “Goddamn the whole fucking world and everyone in it except you, Carlotta!” “Carlotta” was Carlotta Monti, actress and his mistress.
Voltaire: “Now, now, my good man, this is no time for making enemies.” When asked by a priest to renounce Satan.
Dylan Thomas: “I’ve had 18 straight whiskies…I think that’s the record.”
George Bernard Shaw: “Dying is easy, comedy is hard.”
Henry David Thoreau: “Moose…Indian.”
James Joyce: “Does nobody understand?”
26. Oscar Wilde: “Either the wallpaper goes, or I do.” 27. Bob Hope: “Surprise me.” He was responding to his wife asking where he wanted to be buried.
reblogging because of Voltaire though
“Please, bring me a toothpick”
I’m quite disappointed that my absolute favourite has been missed off here: 28. Roald Dahl’s last words are commonly believed to be “you know, I’m not frightened. It’s just that I will miss you all so much!” which are the perfect last words. But, after he appeared to fall unconscious, a nurse injected him with morphine to ease his passing. His actual last words were a whispered “ow, fuck”
for @jaimebrienneonline ( x )
Everyone has at one point used Belle to blackmail and hurt Rumple — Dark One Rumple — and yet Dark One Hook used Emma’s love for her family to blackmail and hurt *gasp* Emma… How very true love of him.
Shorelle (Desiree Surjadi)
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star wars - pretty fly for a jedi
star wars - all about that base
star wars - MY DIANOGA DON’T
star wars - everyday i’m smugglin
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Killing is My Job (on Wattpad) http://w.tt/1OWxV7Q A short story about a moment in the life of two killers. To be continued...maybe. (This actually was created for a little project of my English class. We needed to practice some idioms and I decided to write a short story and include them).
I carry this water bottle around on purpose because I know the kids will ask me why I have a pink one. This is how every convo has gone:
Kids: Mr.C Why do you have a pink water bottle?
Me: Because I like pink, why?
Kids: Pink is for girls
Me: Why?
Kids: ummmmmmm
Me: Do you know why it’s for girls?
Kids: No it just is
That’s when I go into a brief lesson about how pink is JUST a color (I am the art teacher so they think I am the authority on colors) for everyone.
As a teacher I am trying my hardest to re-educate these kids in the most non threatening way possible. It will take them a minute to understand that pink isn’t a “girl color”, but a color we can all love
I love you for this