Yes we’re eating a massive cheesecake with just a pair of forks. Its how we roll where I come from. Don’t judge, you’re just jealous.How to dessert on vacay #Canada #vacation
Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost
Some of Us Are Stuck in traffic
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Every month, when I get my period
I breathe a sigh of relief and thank God I’m not pregnant
‘cause you never know when Jesus is comin’ back
And you never know who God’s gonna choose to be the next Virgin Mary.
And can you imagine anything more scary
than staring down between your legs
And seein’ the little glowin’ head of baby Jesus?
Holy shit, no, thank you.I mean, what kinda bumper sticker would you get?
Your son’s an honour student?
Yeah, well my son walks on water and heals lepers, motherfuckers.
Think of the pressure
Personally, I’d prefer to give birth to Lucifer
A fixer-upper.
The kinda kid that’ll sit at the Last Supper
And complain that Judas got more mashed potatoes.‘Cause God knows
The Holy have done more damage to this world
Than the Devil ever could
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Here is a thing: THE HALE IDENTITY
WHAT ABOUT a Teen Wolf Bourne Identity fusion, where Derek is found floating face-down in the ocean and can’t remember who he is and mysteriously heals up and sleeps on a park bench in the snow and nearly flips out and kills some cops who wake him up and he can DO ALL THESE THINGS INSTINCTIVELY,…
I see this as Phil sitting on the floor in his office in civies cuz his suit got trashed quietly freaking out because Clint is in medical AGAIN and they’re currently not certain he’ll make it AGAIN and only Natasha knows they’re in love so he can’t even be there holding Clint’s hand like he wants to and he’s not having a breakdown Agent Romanov he is just taking a moment to…gather his thoughts. *cough*previously reblogged smaller version of this pic. this is better.
I cannot get over how incredibly phallic those drawer pulls are.
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![okayophelia:
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read like a motherfucker. don’t learn from your betters, just inhale them. imprint rhythms and chokeholds and things-that-shoot-up-your-spine into your fingertips. read how romance novels create characters so vivid you want to fuck them and have them be fucked. read brutal minimalism and extravagant prose. read children’s books to remember about wonder and post-modernists to remember about freedom. read because at some point you will be so full with the consumption of language you will need to start pouring it back out again.
write like an asshole. write things when you’ve stayed up so late you are delirious. write when you’re drunk. write when a song has made you feel catastrophic. write when you’re famished. write when you’re spitting mad. write so you don’t curl up in the bottom of a shower and sob. write when people have torn strips off you. write when you’re high on adrenaline. write because there’s a monster on your back and you need to make it real and separate from your soul. eventually, you will not need any of these props to make you brave enough.
seriously. that’s it.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/dbde2a6de27795837c65888a59db80ca/tumblr_ml0ujyBTX41qa0tmpo1_500.png)
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read like a motherfucker. don’t learn from your betters, just inhale them. imprint rhythms and chokeholds and things-that-shoot-up-your-spine into your fingertips. read how romance novels create characters so vivid you want to fuck them and have them be fucked. read brutal minimalism and extravagant prose. read children’s books to remember about wonder and post-modernists to remember about freedom. read because at some point you will be so full with the consumption of language you will need to start pouring it back out again.
write like an asshole. write things when you’ve stayed up so late you are delirious. write when you’re drunk. write when a song has made you feel catastrophic. write when you’re famished. write when you’re spitting mad. write so you don’t curl up in the bottom of a shower and sob. write when people have torn strips off you. write when you’re high on adrenaline. write because there’s a monster on your back and you need to make it real and separate from your soul. eventually, you will not need any of these props to make you brave enough.
seriously. that’s it.
There needs to be a code word or something that means “my brain is fighting me every step of the way today and I feel like I’m going to vibrate out of my skin, so I need you to forgive everything and go slowly and speak softly and lower your expectations.” And then we could all just be like, “I know I said we could go to a movie tonight but… tangerines.” And the other person would nod and squeeze your elbow or rub your head and you wouldn’t feel like a failure.
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sixteen reasons to never underestimate a poet | cjra
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a new wave gospel sharp: anger is not a bad thing: let’s talk about why you should get...
anger is not a bad thing: let’s talk about why you should get angry
one of the ongoing hallmarks is my life is that people often say to me, when they realise that there are many things in the world that i think are unjust and i can get vociferous about it, ‘i don’t understand how you can manage…
So I’m officially writing this. This is a thing now. Gods help me.See this bunch of Scotsmen, so strong a handsome built?
I wonder if it’s true what they don’t wear beneath the kiltSo, have a whole gang now. Blame yourselves for asking me to make a series. BLAME YOURSELVES
Or i could just kneel and kiss your feet and thank you.
on behalf of scotland i thank you
On behalf of my lady parts, I thank you. ;)
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