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Do you take requests for The Outsiders?
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i just have this persistent feeling of “i’m not doing enough” combined with “i don’t have the energy to do anything” and it just really fucking sucks
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reader who knows more about 16th century wool merchants than me: leaves paragraph-long comments on every chapter correcting all my errors
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La Casa de Papel.
Hay gente que estudia años por un sueldo de mierda. Nosotros sólo vamos a estudiar 5 meses.
Hello, followers
I’m just dropping by to tell you that even if this may seem like a blog destined to be used continually, I want to tell you that I created it in first place because if loneliness. It was summer vacation, i’d been alone for nearly a month, and I needed a place to let my thoughts and ideas escape. Fortunatley (or unfortunatley, depends on how you look at it) I made lots of friends in my second vacation month, and thus left this blog deserted. And this year I’ve been busier socially than others, something I didn’t quite expect when I made this.
What I want to inform is that that’s just how it will be. This is sort of my brain dump, but not really like a dump. More like a thought... storage. Yes.
The point is, don’t expect me to post at regular intervals. Who knows for how long I’ll be gone after this...
That is all! I hope you enjoy whatever comes when I come back.
Don’t trust morning you. Morning you is a dick. Morning you would sell your loved ones if it got them 5 minutes of extra sleep
maybe morning me wouldn’t be such a dick if that flaky bitch evening me had gone to bed instead of tumblring til butts oclock int he morning
Do not look out the window… What did we just say. We told you not to and you did, you glanced. And glance is still a look! Just, go inside. Let’s try this again. Don’t look outside. Do not question the lights or sirens. Its all ok. Why wouldn’t it be ok?
Beyoncé: *purchases new laptop and uses it for the first time*
The FBI Agent that’s assigned to her:
Fred and George have had the Marauder’s map for awhile and not once did they question that someone named “Peter Pettigrew” was sleeping in Ron’s bed with Ron
i’m pretty sure this twitter account is how sexting works in night vale
i mean really
what is going on here
this is officially my new favourite thing
thank you for sharing it with us
Probably the only sexual thing i’m ever reblogging
The weathers of Night Vale always have that special poetic-ness that I love which are hard to come by in most other songs today.
“You are just a confused child. Insecure or in denial.” “I want trees instead of gravestones, nothing to confess.” “Close to the point to where you know your mind, it can not choose.” “Home was a dream, one I’d never seen until you came along.”
And of course
“Nothing but olives, mountains of olives. It was a good ten days…I like olives.”
I like my grilled cheese like I like my men: warm, and crusted in sharp cheddar…. wait, what? Found here
*bees dancing to communicate*
bee cop [breakdancing gently]: im sorry, your wife is dead
bee [twerking]: no… how could this have happened
bee cop [moonwalking]: she was eaten by a bird. it was quick and painless
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every damn true crime episode