The Weile Woods
Month
(breaks into your house) can i pet your dogs
You were a perfect clock,
Attuned to the sun and moon.
Each night I would ask you,
“Wake me up at six,”
And you would
With a kiss,
A hug,
A brush of my hair.
And when you disappeared,
So dependent on you was I,
I stopped waking up.
I’m in a pink fluffy unicorn mood.
Someone should join me in dancing on rainbows.
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There are not enough red poppies to honor them.
Things I’ve learned from Discovery’s “North America”:
“You fight like a girl.”
I’m sorry
I didn’t
realise
that
was
a
bad
thing
Reblogging because I’m sure the comic readers out there could add some more.
yeah
so sorry
i can’t hear you
over the sound
of me crushing my enemies
This list
was looking
a little
white
so here you go
watch tha
bodies hit
tha floor
this is the best post on tumblr, hands down
sspeaking of hands…
Hey
How
about
some
REAL
warrior
women?
if you locked your boyfriend and your dog in a trunk for a week and then opened it the boyfriend would probably be pissed but the dog would be happy to see you also known as reasons why dogs are better than boyfriends
I’m really homesick for Virginia tonight. I miss the mountains covered in forests, the old brick buildings, and restaurants that have sweet tea.
And I’m really, really sick of palm trees. Blech.
I wasn’t even depressed when I wrote that last thing, I was just doing some speculative thinking, but that was still a really sweet message I got. Made my morning. C’: I hope more people get it.
Aww!! This is so sweet. C’’: Thank you!!
I cried in bed last night
Nikki asked me about it today, she saw the pictures online.
Everyone did.
That’s why the Board of Human Equalization posts them,
They think they can save us from our nightmares
And suicides
If the world only saw our pain.
Randomly taken pictures of us while we lay in bed,
On the internet to see.
The Community will keep you safe with their judgment.
Still, my mom made a flawless noose,
(Nikki’s did, too)
Don next door jumped from his roof,
(Emma did, too)
And as the Community tries to save me,
I want to smash that camera above my bed
And proclaim freedom to feel
To have a moment of weakness
And to ask God alone for help.
The eyes that always see,
The mouths that always question,
Are only trying to avoid
What their heads always think
What their hearts always feel
Because this Community
Is dying to help.
if everybody got a free miniature animal at birth that protected you, like a tiny elephant or dragon, the world would be a better place.
There’d be dragons everywhere. Dragons have to eat. We’d all be dead.
we’d arrange sacrifices of humans
starting with you
You’re thinking of the His Dark Materials series.
In which humanity waged war. With God.
1. You are letting people tell you that you should be doing other things with your time.
2. You can’t live with the level of clean that your family accepts as normal.
3. You haven’t decided to treat your writing seriously and so no one around you treats it seriously, either.
4. You haven’t made yourself a writing space.
5. You haven’t realized that you need help.
6. You do what is urgent rather than what is necessary.
7. You don’t let your kids and other people solve their own problems.
8. You think that someday you will have more time for writing.
9. You are spending time doing things you actually don’t care about.
10. You are actually using distractions as an excuse not to write.
11. You are terrified of writing, of actually sitting down and putting yourself on the page.
12. You are too busy criticizing the best selling books that you are reading to write something better.
13. You don’t know what to do with a blank page.
14. You don’t know how to turn off your internal editor.
15. You talk a good game, but you don’t play it.
16. You need to do a little planning and research before you start.
17. You don’t actually like writing. You like having written. (Join the club.)
18. You need to write the first line of the next chapter before leaving for the day.
19. You need to spend time remembering what it is you love about writing.
20. You have convinced yourself that you need 2 hours to write and don’t know how to use the 20 minute chunks you actually have.
21. You don’t have notebooks scattered through the house, including in the bathroom, to jot down inspiration.
Ouch.
The only way this list doesn’t sting a little is if it stings a lot.
Too much truth, Mette!
(Although 21 is kind of funny too.)
A word of warning to those who interact with writers:
Anything you say, do, or are can potentially become immortal in their work.
Proceed with caution.
Prologue to “The Thrift Shop Witch” (Working Title), First Draft
Sometimes I get in these really kawaii/harajuku/pastel unicorn moods and I want to dye my hair pink and purple.
Then I think about all the maintenance I put into my ONE STRIP of colored hair and those dreams fall apart.
I remember this one time in high school I was leading the girls’ track team exercises and none of the girls wanted to do push-ups. They were complaining that they didn’t want to get buff and ugly, so I told them that if they did more push-ups it would build up their pectoral muscles which would give their breasts more lift and cleavage.
I’ve never seen a group of girls do so many push-ups in my life.
This came one the radio today.
I wasn’t prepared. Nope nope nope nope nope noPE.
I feel stagnated like a pool,
A breeding ground for insects.
Over me something looms
And to it I can’t put any name
Except uncertainty.
And all I want is to tear this
Bone of youth from my body;
It itches incessantly under the skin,
It drives me mad at midnight
As I achingly wait for the dawn
But longingly cling to the night.
It screams, “Hurry, hurry!”
And tortures me for my delay.
But it’s because I’m still charting
A course that won’t crash.
It’s true,
I’ve grown weary of sideway shuffles,
Tired of backwards stumbles,
And I dream of forward steps.
But every time I try,
My foot hovers over the plunge
And I slip my blindfold on
To lose sight and wander away,
All the while that bone screams,
“Jump, jump!”
May Saint Jude protect me.
Ran into my favorite hobo today. He said that he’s staying safe, getting enough to eat, and has narrowly dodged the government hit men after him a few times since I last saw him.
I asked him if he needed any more money today to get food and he said he was fine, but thank you anyway.
She stood up and offered him her hand, though she realized how useless it was for a 130 pound girl to try and help a 530 pound bear, she hoped the gesture was enough. With a warm smile, he gratefully accepted her hand, thought how fragile and odd her skin felt, and lifted himself up. As he towered over her, he thought how small she looked, how very little ground those tiny feet could cover, and with a sigh he dropped to all fours.
“Don’t suppose you’ve ever ridden a bear before?” Evie shook her head, but grabbed onto the straps of Bernshaw’s overalls and hauled herself onto his back regardless. She gripped his shoulders tightly with her thighs, bracing herself for his gait, but he very cautiously walked across the room, to Evie’s dropped rifle. With a deep respect, he picked up the weapon that now seemed impotent in his massive paws, and passed it back to her.
“You’ll be needin’ that,” he said solemnly.
“So I’ll be shooting down monsters while riding a bear. Sounds like some teenager’s pin-up dream.”
“Don’t flatter yourself, hun,” Felicity remarked, smirking.
consulting-idjits-in-the-tardis:
The Hobbit Dubstep (Misty Mountains Cold) Remix
SWEET LORD OF THE RINGS ARAGORN FUCK ME DEAD THAT IS FUCKING MAGNIFICENT
i think i had a heart attack when i heard ‘precious’
WHOA DUDE WHOA
Discovering Moon Moon is the best thing that could have happened to me tonight.
I can waitz fer u
awww, u so sweet moon moon bb. ;u; <3 <3 <3
I’m proofreading my brother’s research paper for him… and he writes like how politicians speak. Grandiose, over exaggerated, and full of buzzwords and BS without sources.
It’s okay, Twilight. We’re ALL reacting the exact same way.
It doesn’t… look… AS BAD… as I thought? Maybe?
I’m extraordinarily hesitant and nervous about this. But the animation looks a lot better than all the teaser posters and images hinted. And the writers have been good so far, so maybe…?
I’ve never liked high school related entertainment to begin with, so I’m kinda eugh but if anyone can take that cliche and make it something different and of note, it’s this crew. I’m just glad that this “experiment” is being confined to a movie and not an actual episode or TV series. It’s just a shame that this is the FIRST movie…
MY FEELINGS ARE TORN AASDKFJALKSDJ
