sparkproot

A "normal" dude who has far too many hyperfixations to mention. He is gifted with The Sight, is immune to conventional weapons, and should not be allowed to write his own tumblr bio.

[busket]

when you and your friend arent chill

[super-lazer-piss]

Walgreens texts you your prescription is ready and then immediately calls you like PICK UP YOUR DAMN PRESCRIPTION NEOW OR THE PHARMACY TECHNICIAN GETS IT

[super-lazer-piss]

I meant "gets it" as in they will kill him but I like your idea of Drugs Georg better

[maja-paja]

[sparkproot]

bebber

[tamamita]

[undying-princess]

knowing how it tends to go with male authors and their wives it was probably marge who wrote the odyssey

[mythicfictionist]

im incredibly conflicted by the phrase ‘the question is not who will let me but who will stop me’ because on one hand its so fucking raw and powerful but on the other hand it’s derived from ayn rand but on yet another hand the first and primary time ive ever seen it was on a picture of a lawnmower flying through the sky which is the perfect level of absurd and nonsensical that would piss ayn rand off

[mythicfictionist]

reblog to piss off ayn rands ghost

[sparkproot]

[gauntletqueen]

Visit Original Link

[outofcontextdiscord]

[butchtoks]

[memesandlaughs]

[owl-librarian]

#you just made it a higher stakes game of hide and seek

[deadmomjokes]

Having gone to this University, and having personally played hide and seek in the Harris Fine Arts Center, I guarantee you that NOBODY finds hiders unless they, too, are familiar with the bowels of the HFAC. Once you get down to the practice-room levels, time stops completely and you could walk up the back stair and end up in 1967. The halls change at least 8 times an hour, there’s no way you’re getting back out the same way you came in. When the lights start going off at 10 the whole bottom 3 floors descend into some subsection of the fey realm. I once hid up on the balcony stage access fire-escape thing of a lower-level theater, and 3 faculty walked by under me and not a one of them noticed the hulking, wheezing asthmatic lurking above them, half dangling off a rickety metal ladder that probably wasn’t supposed to be climbed. A fellow hider friend came and found me, and we sat up there for 30 minutes listening to some distant clicking sound before we realized nobody was actually going to find us. We had no cell service, and no internet to reach anyone. We got lost trying to get back out, and once we resurfaced, everyone else was gone, the building was empty, and we just went home to eat ice cream. Nobody knew where we had disappeared to, and nobody bothered to check if we were there before leaving. For all I know, they just assumed we had been lost to the gaping maw of the HFAC basement and when they saw us at church on Sunday it was probably like they’d seen a ghost. None of us ever mentioned it again.

Basically what I’m saying is Campus Police had no hope of finding them in the first place and probably lost an officer or two if they actually conducted a real search, because nobody except Senior art majors or veteran custodians actually knows how to navigate that building and make it out in the same dimension they entered from. Not at 11pm anyway.

[bri-silly]

Purple and Red stuff (yellow is there too hiiiii yellow)

[screenshotsofdespair]

[hawfstuff]

[gamechangershow]

who did this

[gamechangershow]

hello???

[itsapmseymour]

Still wrapping my head around the fact the phrase "Hold Your Horses" is a play on the word Stable...

To be stable.

[zzoupz]

[zzoupz]

[actuallyapathy]

obsessed w how none of these are the real origin of the phrase

[swanpaw]

[parabins]

tumblr isn’t considered a social media because everyone on here is just talking to themselves

[parabins]

yeah i agree

[twocubes]

"Ok, ma'am that'll be $226.03."

I take my wallet out of my pocket and unfold it. It is empty other than a single moth that lazily flies out. The moth lands on the tap point of the card reader. There's a beat, and my payment is processed. The moth flies back into my wallet and I put it back in my pocket.