i don’t want to do my homework so instead i’ll sit on tumblr and cry: a novel by me

runnersaretheathletesofgod:

One of the best words of advice I’ve ever heard.

ramon-salamander:

witchlingfumbles:

GUISE

GUISE

IF YOU HIT “X+C” IT SHUTS OFF EVERY GIF ON YOUR DASH

EVERY SINGLE ONE TURNS TO A LITTLE GREY BOX WITH A LOCK

GUISE

TUMBLR HAS MADE ITSELF SAFE FOR EPILEPTICS

PASS IT ON

I BRING FORTH THIS KNOWLEDGE TO ANY FELLOW TUMBLRITES/SEIZURE-PRONE PEOPLE THAT MAY FOLLOW ME

KINDLY THANK THE OP FOR THIS KNOWLEDGE

I AM A HUMBLE MESSENGER

no but

you know what makes me really sad

it’s the fact that cadets is over for the week.

i’m actually beginning to make some really great friends but of course none of them go to my school. :(

to have to wait an entire week for five, ten, fifteen minutes of conversation with them really does suck and i hate it but at the same time i’m so glad for cadets because otherwise i may have never met these people and that would be worse.

so in a roundabout way this is my way of saying that i’m super grateful to have these people in my life because they are very wonderful and i like them a lot ok.

aliceunknown:

tbh i’m really concerned with like 75% of the people on this website’s ideas of what love is. don’t feed in to the romanticized bullshit that claims loving only ever results in hurt. love openly. and i mean love, not love and then expect stuff in return. just look at other people and deeply appreciate who they are and who they’re trying to be without expecting them to do anything in exchange. it’s beautiful and not as difficult as our society likes to believe it is. it’s okay to be hurt by others, but holy hell, people need to learn how to breathe and just let go

What happens if you fall in love with a writer?

karenfelloutofbedagain:

Lots of things might happen. That’s the thing about writers. They’re unpredictable. They might bring you eggs in bed for breakfast, or they might all but ignore you for days. They might bring you eggs in bed at three in the morning. Or they might wake you up for sex at three in the morning. Or make love at four in the afternoon. They might not sleep at all. Or they might sleep right through the alarm and forget to get you up for work. Or call you home from work to kill a spider. Or refuse to speak to you after finding out you’ve never seen To Kill A Mockingbird. Or spend the last of the rent money on five kinds of soap. Or sell your textbooks for cash halfway through the semester. Or leave you love notes in your pockets. Or wash you pants with Post-It notes in the pockets so your laundry comes out covered in bits of wet paper. They might cry if the Post-It notes are unread all over your pants. It’s an unpredictable life.

But what happens if a writer falls in love with you?

This is a little more predictable. You will find your hemp necklace with the glass mushroom pendant around the neck of someone at a bus stop in a short story. Your favorite shoes will mysteriously disappear, and show up in a poem. The watch you always wear, the watch you own but never wear, the fact that you’ve never worn a watch: they suddenly belong to characters you’ve never known. And yet they’re you. They’re not you; they’re someone else entirely, but they toss their hair like you. They use the same colloquialisms as you. They scratch their nose when they lie like you. Sometimes they will be narrators; sometimes protagonists, sometimes villains. Sometimes they will be nobodies, an unimportant, static prop. This might amuse you at first. Or confuse you. You might be bewildered when books turn into mirrors. You might try to see yourself how your beloved writer sees you when you read a poem about someone who has your middle name or prose about someone who has never seen To Kill A Mockingbird. These poems and novels and short stories, they will scatter into the wind. You will wonder if you’re wandering through the pages of some story you’ve never even read. There’s no way to know. And no way to erase it. Even if you leave, a part of you will always be left behind. 

If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die. 

holyswisscheesebatman:

wake up america

theatrical-constantly

thanks a bunch! <3

1) I tend to have an easier time making friends with people younger than me, or people who are in some form inferior to me. (for example, it’s easier for me to make friends with first-year cadets than it is with cadets in my flight or above.)

2) I am proficient on the flute, and am currently teaching myself to play guitar.

3) I spend far too much time in my tramping boots. They’re just so comfortable!

4) I have wicked time-management and organisation skills… I just never bother to use them until I’ve three projects due tomorrow and two due last week.

5) I’m actually very physically weak. It doesn’t usually bother me, but it means I get absolutely owned during nightex.

6) I am considering a career in the RNZAF.

7) I have cheated on a test before.

8) It makes me sad that I have to go to school with regular people. Often I just want to be at a school filled with people from cadets and band.

9) The ATC and my involvement within the school band are the two most important factors in my life. If I’m ever talking about anything, it’s probably one of those two.

10) Sometimes I carry a frying pan around in my schoolbag.

snowpatrolfanclubbrsil:

Digital Painting by Regine

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