#wordsing

[isagrimorie]

Passed is the past tense version of to pass. Past is a noun or adjective.

*nods* I’m looking at it too, I think one of the things that trip me on the usage is how it’s also used as an adverb. 

“Past” as an adverb

The first meaning the OED cites for past being used as an adverb is “So as to pass or go by; by.” For example:

“The ball sped past the goalkeeper.”

And I always fall into this camp too: 

When do “past” and “passed” get confused?

Often, writers muddle the words past and passed in sentences such as:

“The heroes passed a village on their way towards the mountains.”

It’s common to see this written as:

“The heroes past a village on their way towards the mountains.”

See, I almost always fall in the second camp. The website explains more but man, it’s always a thing that just gets me every time! 

[granoladrones]

sometimes i go "lblblblblb" with my mouth to the tune of a song

[agardenandlibrary]

writing and realizing you gotta add yet another thing to your list of things to work into a re-write

[adherentlyawesome]

whenever i post something vaguely opinionated on any forum i spend the next may hours horrified that i have expressed my ideas poorly, that I will appear an incompetent biggot or fool as a result of writing what makes sense to me at that time. as a result I rarely post such things. we’ll see if i delete it in the next 30 seconds...

[tao-eronia-blog]

[muirmarie]

"Ford is twenty-seven years old. He’sbeen told he was a prodigy since he was six, and he speaks as one who believes it. He graduated high school at twelve, college at fourteen, and grad school at seventeen. He speaks five languages, has three PhD’s, and a photographic memory. He’ll also tell you all of this himself in the first five minutes he meets you."

[kneeltoyourking]

((Please send asks? Like anything. Annoying anons. Para do stuff. Bad pick up lines. Bad puns. Just chatter. Idk))

[freckled-beyond-belief]

It’s strange, to think one could fall in love at first sight.

  One second, two people are complete strangers. And then, in some way shape or form, Their eyes fall upon each other, And then nothing else matters. They are in love, and it is indubitable, indisputable.

   I hope I don’t fall in love this way.

I’d rather meet someone, And we become acquainted, and nothing more.

  And then, between fleeting ‘hello’s’ And occasional pass times There is a friendship that is made, Nothing more.

  And then, thoughts are had And jokes are made And memories are shared And the friendship grows,

But it is nothing more.

  And then, feelings are had And realizations are made And dreams are shared And tears are shed Yet we are nothing more.

  And then, one morning,

Over a cup of coffee and a bagel, (A fairly normal breakfast,) My mind would wander. And I would think of you, and then of me. And I would think of us. And then, I would recognize the way my heart reacts. And I would be in love Just like that.

  No overrated, impossible love-at-first-sight.

Just a simple, slow fall.

   *I dunno just something I wrote*