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@nottrusttworthy
in the words of the great Elizabethan wordsmith William Shakespeare, in Hamlet Act IV Scene V, “When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.” or, in the words of the great Twitter wordsmith @Horse_ebooks,
this is 1947 Cincinnati Enquirer erasure
please do not forget your smash mouth
If you see this on your dashboard, reblog this, NO MATTER WHAT and all your dreams and wishes will come true.
Oh hey! Haven’t seen this in forever! Didn’t reblog it when it came across me before, not gonna skip it this time, I need some good vibes.
someone said we had more fun in childhood because we didnt have any past memories to linger on and it has stuck with me ever since
"is sex with angels monsterfucking" forum thread shut down by moderators after 300 pages of fierce debate, 26 banned accounts and 8 doxxed members
"would the angels consider us bestiality" Follow-up thread created and instantly closed with the forum going into lockdown temporally
me: haha oh god this is so bad im making so many unsupported claims and pulling all this analysis out of my ass
my prof in the margins: excellent analysis!
me:
when i was in high school i used to write my papers thinking wow i’m just bullshitting all of this. then like a week before my senior year ended after all the grades were set, i was talking to my english teacher and told him you know i just bullshitted every paper i wrote. he told me that while i may have thought i was just pulling it all out of my ass, i genuinely knew what i was talking about and made well-supported analyses. i only thought i was bullshitting because it didn’t take much effort and it all seemed obvious to me. if you do well on your essays even though you think you’re just making it up as you go, chances are you’re not pulling it out of your ass. you’re just a genuinely talented analyst, even if the analysis that you’re making comes from a subconscious understanding of the material rather than a conscious effort to study it. give yourself some credit.
anything you pull out of your ass had to get there somehow
Anything you pull out of your ass had to get there somehow
why is this about to make me sob
a poem i am sure everyone has seen but i'm still going to share anyway
as well as this other poem inspired by giovanni's
and this beautiful tweet
My favorite spider poem is definitely Thomas Lux’s “Tarantulas on the Lifebuoy”
Meeting The Man: James Baldwin in Paris
(via Mubi)
You can't wait until life isn't hard anymore before you decide to be happy.
k.b. // r.i.p. jane nightbird