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beardedmrbean

theman

I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

tattooedzombigirl

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

imanutcase-10

Then bring me luck

thirddeadlysin

the day after I posted this last time I was notified that I was selected for a really cool mentorship gig and got an unrelated glowing review at work

checkerboardfloorwork

modogoblin

shock

why must life have a grand purpose? is it not enough to have some basil, and mozzarella?

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basilesroom

My essays as a senior in highschool: structured, outlined, five-paragraphs, one sentence quotations MAX otherwise it’s too long, the conclusion is a neat summary

Teachers: eh it’s aight, B

My essays as a senior in College: No outline, 8 pages of stream of consciousness, new paragraph every couple of lines, paragraph-long quotes, comment on society in the conclusion no matter the topic, no proofreading we submit like men.

Professors: Very good, very insightful, A

janeeyrequotes

“‘Sir, I do not wish to act against you,’ I said; and my unsteady voice warned me to curtail my sentence. ‘Not in your sense of the word but in mine, you are scheming to destroy me. You have as good as said that I am a married man–as a married man you will shun me, keep out of my way: just now you have refused to kiss me. You intend to make yourself a complete stranger to me; to live only as Adele’s governess; if ever I say a friendly word to you; if ever a friendly feeling inclines you again to me, you will say,–“That man had nearly made me his mistress: I must be ice and rock to him;” and ice and rock you will accordingly become.’”

— Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre (via janeeyrequotes)

eyeheartfarms

medievalthymes

after social distancing is over everyone is gonna be so touch starved every contact with another human will be like the hand flex scene in pride and prejudice (2005)

janeeyrequotes

“I ventured once more to meet my master’s and lover’s eye; which most pertinaciously sought mine, though I averted both face and gaze. He smiled; and I thought his smile was such as a sultan might, in a blissful and fond moment, bestow on a slave his gold and gems had enriched: I crushed his hand, which was ever hunting mine, vigorously, and thrust it back to him red with the passionate pressure.”

— Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre (via janeeyrequotes)

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“Glory hole shut due to coronavirus” is a six-word story.

I’m breaking out the ouija board to let that fucking hack Hemingway know he was outdone

hotboyproblems

me,swimming:wow this is amazing i love the ocean

me, when seaweed touches my foot: I imagine death so much it feels more like memory

leserpente

toastpotent-deactivated20250619

from what i can tell bartending is like the adult version of making potions from random things you find in your house/backyard

ghostmage-deactivated20200411

roach-works

concept: elves are supernaturally good at everything ONLY because they live to be bonkers old and if you were hot and sexy for thousands of years you’d be kickass at archery and treeclimbing and horseback riding too. but like there’s 20 year old elves out there that are just straight dumbasses who can’t do shit.

concept: non-elves can’t tell the 20 year old elves apart from the 2000 year old elves

concept: there’s a 20 year old elf in your tavern and he’s counting on this

fallcaesar

Santa is on strike due to global warming. All presents this year will be delivered by Sasha the Christmas Tiger. Milk and cookies may not be sufficient.