Before I start writing: This is a magnificent work of genius. I can see it sprawled open in my mind and it is perfect. All I need to do is write it down.

After I open a blank document: I have two half-sentences and an emoticon. There is nothing else in my brain.

randomtues:

And we are ready for PAX!

(via littlefoxigirl)

iguanamouth:

UNUSUAL HOARD commission for death-does-disco - do you think they all sleep in the same tree
iguanamouth:

UNUSUAL HOARD commission for death-does-disco - do you think they all sleep in the same tree

iguanamouth:

UNUSUAL HOARD commission for death-does-disco - do you think they all sleep in the same tree

(Source: thespoonmissioner, via thefrogman)

some intense grief blogging/remembering of the night

Driving home my heart kept catching. I’m not really sure what kept triggering it, today isn’t anything like it was on February.  Nothing is graphic, but I’m writing it out below. 

I remember some extremely vivid moments. Finding her, shrieking, trying to call my mother and 911 at the same time.  Standing at the door and listening to the seirns come closer.  Begging one of the EMTs or firefighters to hug me, or just hold me.  Standing out in the snow in a light coat and slippers, clutching at my dog’s leash as the lights from the firetrucks flashed.  I really remember those lights.  It was so fucking cold that night, below zero.  I was shaking and they wouldn’t let me back into the house.  I didn’t understand what was going on, I still don’t understand why they kicked me out of the house when it was below zero and I wasn’t dressed for it. An hour later being told to get in my car and turn it on. 

My brother coming in around 4:30 in the morning, me running to him and clinging.  Sitting in the car as he went int and made sure there wasn’t anything that would be upsetting to see.  Falling into bed at sometime after six, waking up to pick up Rae, getting to her.  EVerything after that point fades and I don’t remember much of anything in detail.  But that 12 hours stands out in such vivid terrifying detail.  

And that hits me so hard at the most random times. 

angel-with-a-nerf-gun:

"Love is an open doo-"

image

(via justjasper)

i-effed-it-all-up:

nah sorry i cant go out today, i have plans to spiral into uncontrollable anxiety starting in the early evening and ending at roughly next day

(via knitmeapony)

itfeelspersonal:

Somethings don’t change

sebastian stan’s face should be illegal.

(via coreomajoris)

thenightwearsasombrero:

im reading an article for my politics class and

◐♤ follow for more soft authoritarianism ♤◑

(via stupiduglyfatcunt)

babygoatsandfriends:

bow-to-unicorn:

So I was looking up ombre hair color ideas and was not disappointed. 

agreed

babygoatsandfriends:

bow-to-unicorn:

So I was looking up ombre hair color ideas and was not disappointed. 

agreed

(via cjtheoracle)

danaamundsen:

kel and neal before the little examinations

oh no, cute babies.
danaamundsen:

kel and neal before the little examinations

oh no, cute babies.

danaamundsen:

kel and neal before the little examinations

oh no, cute babies.

(via fytortall)

aherlock:

"average angel is hella gay" factoid actually just statistical error. average angel is only slightly gay. aziraphale georg, who lives in a bookstore & is gayer than a tree full of monkeys on nitrous oxide, is an outlier adn should not have been counted.

(Source: thesignofqueer, via hobbitkaiju)

i need to commission someone to draw a sketch of me in a garbage can, with the lid on my head like a little hat and the caption “actual trash”.  

liquorandptsdvarietyshow:

marcys-mareep:

I voted in the New Zealand general election today. I also made this gifset

Same here, except for making the gifset. But this is precisely how I feel about it too. 

(via coreomajoris)

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