secondlina:

New Namesake page!
Playing it cool.

Read the beginning.

secondlina:

New Namesake page!

Playing it cool.

Read the beginning.

i think i’m actually getting pretty good at pretending to be calm and comfortable when talking to people i don’t know

shinydiscopaul:

brunomarsvolta:

tadpole-in-a-tuxedo:

DEAR SWEET GOD

I WAS TRYING TO EDIT THIS GIF:

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AND THIS MONSTROSITY HAPPENED

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GOD ON HIGH HEAR MY PRAYER

THE VOID

I don’t remember this totheark video

Track Title: Cemeteries Of London

Artist: Coldplay

Album: Viva La Vida

Coldplay, “Cemeteries of London

Through the dark streets they go searching to see God in their own way
Save the night time for your weeping, your weeping….

alexandranikole:

twerknugget:

i feel so bad and then the end

"Okay"

kilogramrose:

-u-

kilogramrose:

-u-

knoodler:

scanned the 80s stickers i posted a couple weeks ago so everybody can enjoy them

knoodler:

scanned the 80s stickers i posted a couple weeks ago so everybody can enjoy them

drinkmasturbatecry:

nudityandnerdery:

the-fandoms-are-valentines:

grandtheftautosanandreas:

Douglas Adams is the best when it comes to describe characters

they need to teach classes on Douglas Adams analogies okay
“He leant tensely against the corridor wall and frowned like a man trying to unbend a corkscrew by telekinesis.”
"Stones, then rocks, then boulders which pranced past him like clumsy puppies, only much, much bigger, much, much harder and heavier, and almost infinitely more likely to kill you if they fell on you.”
"He gazed keenly into the distance and looked as if he would quite like the wind to blow his hair back dramatically at that point, but the wind was busy fooling around with some leaves a little way off.”
"It looked only partly like a spaceship with guidance fins, rocket engines and escape hatches and so on, and a great deal like a small upended Italian bistro.”
"If it was an emotion, it was a totally emotionless one. It was hatred, implacable hatred. It was cold, not like ice is cold, but like a wall is cold. It was impersonal, not as a randomly flung fist in a crowd is impersonal, but like a computer-issued parking summons is impersonal. And it was deadly - again, not like a bullet or a knife is deadly, but like a brick wall across a motorway is deadly.”

And, of course: "The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don’t."

the one that will always stay with me is “Arthur Dent was grappling with his consciousness the way one grapples with a lost bar of soap in the bath,” i feel like that was the first time i really understood what you could do with words.

drinkmasturbatecry:

nudityandnerdery:

the-fandoms-are-valentines:

grandtheftautosanandreas:

Douglas Adams is the best when it comes to describe characters

they need to teach classes on Douglas Adams analogies okay

He leant tensely against the corridor wall and frowned like a man trying to unbend a corkscrew by telekinesis.”

"Stones, then rocks, then boulders which pranced past him like clumsy puppies, only much, much bigger, much, much harder and heavier, and almost infinitely more likely to kill you if they fell on you.”

"He gazed keenly into the distance and looked as if he would quite like the wind to blow his hair back dramatically at that point, but the wind was busy fooling around with some leaves a little way off.”

"It looked only partly like a spaceship with guidance fins, rocket engines and escape hatches and so on, and a great deal like a small upended Italian bistro.”

"If it was an emotion, it was a totally emotionless one. It was hatred, implacable hatred. It was cold, not like ice is cold, but like a wall is cold. It was impersonal, not as a randomly flung fist in a crowd is impersonal, but like a computer-issued parking summons is impersonal. And it was deadly - again, not like a bullet or a knife is deadly, but like a brick wall across a motorway is deadly.”

And, of course:

"The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don’t."

the one that will always stay with me is “Arthur Dent was grappling with his consciousness the way one grapples with a lost bar of soap in the bath,” i feel like that was the first time i really understood what you could do with words.

fuckyeahtattoos:

Artist: Ryan Ashley Malarkey
The Strange and Unusual, Kingston Pennsylvania.
haleyanastasiabites.tumblr.com

fuckyeahtattoos:

Artist: Ryan Ashley Malarkey

The Strange and Unusual, Kingston Pennsylvania.

haleyanastasiabites.tumblr.com