jorts420:

like this post if u are queer and tired, reblog if u are queer and tired x10

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quasi-normalcy:

Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to enroll in a Classics course and deliberately and consistently mispronounce “Penelope” as “Peen-a-loap.”

me and my librarian gf

*holding hands*
me: your hands are so soft
her: Shhh... Quiet.

lightrup:

maybe university isn’t a good idea

maybe becoming a tree is a good idea

It’s strange. I felt less lonely when I didn’t know you.

Jean-Paul Sartre, from The Flies, in No Exit and the Flies (Alfred A. Knopf, 1947)

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You would think that Andrew Jackson was giving you his undivided attention, and then you would glance over and notice that he had devoted the last several minutes to making a laborious sketch of an alligator.

“Mr. President!” you would gasp, indignantly.

“I have a bullet lodged inside my body,” he would say. “From killing a man in a duel. A better man than you.” He would resume drawing the alligator.

-On Presidential Doodlers

Said alligator:

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OH MY GOSH

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assholedisney:

I strongly identify with wood elves because I too like to drink wine and talk about how men are failing

chipsandbeermag:

Warning Signs of Satanic Behavior. Training video for police, 1990

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itsbearotitz:

YOU JUST HEARD OF IT

itsbearotitz:

YOU JUST HEARD OF IT

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Listeners, I do not know everything about Carlos, and he does not tell me everything. That is okay. We are not one person. How lonely that would be; a couple who has made themselves one so completely that they are once again alone. We are two people, separate, unique, and joined only where we choose to join. I don’t know what is his affiliation truly to the University of What It Is, perhaps I will never know. But I can know about the taste of food he has made me, or the feeling of his hand in mine, or the absence of his hand not in mine. I can feel the distance between us and I can know that that distance, viewed properly, is no distance at all.

Cecil (via sstevenrogers)

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gillianstevens:

The Saturday morning market was almost too much for my little heart to handle! Rows of French antique collectibles, artwork and linens, dried lavender, jams and honey, produce and freshly picked flowers. So dreamy. (at Cour d’Appel de Aix en Provence)

gillianstevens:

The Saturday morning market was almost too much for my little heart to handle! Rows of French antique collectibles, artwork and linens, dried lavender, jams and honey, produce and freshly picked flowers. So dreamy. (at Cour d’Appel de Aix en Provence)