burntcopper:

awomanontheverge:

life-is-fiction:

theinternetghostshavetakenover:


golgothasghirahim:

basstrip:

whoa

what omg

the english language, everyone

This hit me like a brick

And people wonder why authors use italics and bold and shit so reader’s understand what’s going the fuck on.

And of course I just read this in my head 7 times, stressing each word differently. 

mwhahaha.  that is all.

burntcopper:

awomanontheverge:

life-is-fiction:

theinternetghostshavetakenover:

golgothasghirahim:

basstrip:

whoa

what omg

the english language, everyone

This hit me like a brick

And people wonder why authors use italics and bold and shit so reader’s understand what’s going the fuck on.

And of course I just read this in my head 7 times, stressing each word differently. 

mwhahaha.  that is all.

(Source: mostlikelyloveyou)

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feministjewishfangirl:

poniatowskaja:

suddenlyprompts:

I fell for her like Troy fell to the Greeks; quickly, and in the most embarrassing way imaginable.

I’m guessing you’re referring to the incident with the horse, but that came at the end of a war that lasted 10 years. Speed is relative, but if it takes you ten years to fall for someone, I would not call that ‘quickly’.

I fell for her like Troy fell to the Greeks: slowly, then all at once, and with the aid of a giant livestock model

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(Reblogged from animate-mush)

"Courage, above all things, is the first quality of a warrior."  
-Carl von Clausewitz, On War

(Source: carriefishers)

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ericusrex:

The Emergence - Jeff Stamer

ericusrex:

The Emergence - Jeff Stamer

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twofacedsheep:

Grey Classic tabby, showing the bullseye pattern.”

Original Source.

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ozymandias271:

Hamilton’s Rule puzzles me because… I don’t actually feel closer to my sister than I would hypothetically to someone I have the same relationship with who isn’t related to me

(i.e. a childhood friend I’ve sort of lost contact with and with whom I don’t have a lot in common anymore)

maybe I’m Lack Of Sibling Relationship Georg? maybe because humans mostly spent time with their extended families in the EEA, and so our genes didn’t evolve to remember who we’re related to, and so my lizard brain thinks y’all are my siblings in some important sense?

do other people feel closer to their siblings than to other people?

I am closer with my sister than anyone else, but I may be a special case.  And, I mean, I still live in the same house as she does, so.

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doloresjaneumbridge:

Some snaps from my Harry Potter Reread - Part 2 [Part 1]

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Short thing I wrote for prompt ‘Regret’

It’s the tomatoes in the garden which do not despite everything bear your name.  It is not the sunsets, even when they flash that particular shade of tomato-red.

I told you once that if I’d waited another half-hour, I’d have said yes.  And this is true; but if I’d waited thirty-and-five, I’d have said no again, so perhaps it’s best I gave you my first answer, hmm?

Ah, ah.  I hope you are happy up there, dear one, in the black and the cold.  You can see everything, but alone—

—Alone.  You were not meant to be alone, you should not be alone.  But I should not have gone with you, and despite everything I am glad of my life; so where does that leave us, mm?

…it is not the tomatoes, excellent creatures, even if biting into them I think of you.  I cannot regret the tomatoes, bright orange-red that they are.  Nor the violets nor the fern-flowers, nor even the house you left, though all of them bring you back far more strongly than looking at the sky ever did, for the sky is eternal and you are merely a speck, mm?  A loved speck, I grant you.  But a speck nonetheless.  I and my garden are larger to you than you are to me.  Despite everything.

Perhaps it is the sunsets, after all.

risarodil:

Animated Harry Potter Spells!

Just a heads up.. there’s really no Avada Kedavra, sorry.

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