I don’t dream about anyone… @pygmadevil - Tumblr Blog

Meursault is so funny. What do you mean you first experienced bisexuality because your friend looked sad and submissive during your murder trial?

#the stranger #l’étranger #meursault #albert camus #the outsider

melodylove-art

Help how do I draw this man

#Big bumper sticker that says ‘I BRAKE FOR SHARKS’#hazbin hotel #vox

thepromiscuousfinger

I love very specific cakes

joanthebonelord

Meursault L'Étranger to the court at his trial.

#Ok I laughed at this.#l’étranger #the stranger #albert camus

slowburningechoes

Robert Sean Leonard, pointing, as “Professor Henry Higgins” in two different 2013 productions of Pygmalion, one at The Old Globe (Jan-Feb) and the other at the Williamstown Theatre Festival (July).

I call this collection ⊹ ࣪ ˖ Pointing in Pygmalion ˖ ࣪ ⊹

(RIP Richard Easton, he’s turning over in his grave every time Bobby points.)

#pygmalion

Ate honey & apples on brioche tonight and was told by my roommate that I have, quote, “a bear diet”.

#What does that mean?

soranatus

SINNERS By comic artist, Rombutan

philliwolf5

So much talent out there!!

#sinners

tio-trile

Something something vampires have no reflection so he can't even try to see his brother's face anymore when he looks into the mirror

#sinners

splatteronmywalls

#Very cool poster.#deliverance

apoemaday

You

by Carol Ann Duffy

Uninvited, the thought of you stayed too late in my head, so I went to bed, dreaming you hard, hard, woke with your name, like tears, soft, salt, on my lips, the sound of its bright syllables like a charm, like a spell.

Falling in love is glamorous hell; the crouched, parched heart like a tiger ready to kill; a flame’s fierce licks under the skin. Into my life, larger than life, beautiful, you strolled in. I hid in my ordinary days, in the long grass of routine, in my camouflage rooms. You sprawled in my gaze, staring back from anyone’s face, from the shape of a cloud, from the pining, earth-struck moon which gapes at me

and I open the bedroom door. The curtains stir. There you are on the bed, like a gift, like a touchable dream.

Was doing silly nonsense online during my class and midway through my lecturer (making a point about media) turned to me and asked “What if I punched you?”

#Likely because I was at the front of the class. Still…#Objectively it was quite funny.#I was a bit flabbergasted.