I am a literature student and I have tears of laughter in my eyes
"Oh, to be toilet paper, that I might touch that cheek."
"Do you wipe your bum at us, sir?"
"No, sir, I do not wipe my bum at you, sir, but I wipe my bum, sir."
"Diarrhea on both your houses!"
"How silver-sweet sound lovers’ toots by night,
Like the softest music to attending ears.”
if you see me laughing while texting there’s a 99.9% chance i’m laughing at a text message i sent because i’m equal parts vain and hilarious
i am reminded that english is a flawed language every time I am forced to use “that that” in a sentence
it’s not fair that that happens
It makes it sound like the English language had gone out to dinner and had had too much to drink.
You think “that that” is bad?
oh my god
Cards Against Humanity.
I’m a big fan. Well, I bought this.
It’s great. It hold all of my shit. But it holds something else too.
If you have it, open your box.
You see how I started to tear away at the top of the box there?
Do it carefully.
There’s something in there. What could that be?
There’s a card.
There is a card literally hidden in the top of the box.
But what card?
I fucking love these people.
Why are we so ashamed of periods? … Women’s bodies are incredibly sexualized in our media and in our every day experiences. So much so that even mentioning menstruation sends a lot of people into kindergarten levels of EW. And why? Because for a moment, you have broken the spell. And suddenly, you are no longer a magical mannequin unicorn fairy existing purely for the sexual fantasy of other people. Suddenly, you’re a human being! (X)
guys, I feel so special. thanks for all the lovin’ <3
Just to clarify, here…
I moved out of my family’s house where my depression got so bad that I would literally spend days at a time lying in bed and staring at the wall thinking of how to best kill myself.
I moved into a house where my anxiety developed to a point where I found it impossible to even go to classes or make myself meals.
I moved into a house where I am harassed and constantly have my privacy intruded upon and my depression and anxiety started to get worse after years of work.
And now I finally, in less than 3 weeks, get to move into a house that will, for the first time in my entire life, be an actual home.
And you wonder why I am ecstatic.
Has it occurred to anyone that Frigga, at least in Norse mythology, is supposed to possess the gift of prophecy? She knows the future, and yet tells no one because she knows that she hasn’t the power to change destiny. If we think on the implications of this, then she knew, without a doubt, that what everyone else thought to be a prison break was in truth an invasion, and that she would die as a direct result. All her decisions are made knowing that they would lead to her death. Maybe that’s why she makes such an effort to see to both of her sons right beforehand, and looks so very sad. Despite all this, she still acts bravely and faces her fate like a true warrior goddess. What an awesome lady.
Frigga is the shit, yo. Consistently.
I am Lokitty, of Catgard, and I am burdened with glorious purrrpose.
This windowsill pleases me.
YOU GIVE UP THIS CATNIP DREAM! YOU COME HOME!
AND HE NEVER KNEW THAT HE WAS ADOPTED?!
I DO WHAT I WANT, THORGI!