Sometimes, when the world gets heavy and I don’t quite know where I fit or what I’m going to do, I imagine myself as a teenager. I imagine all the things I’ve done between high school and now. And I write myself a letter. While listening to Bon Iver.
Today, I needed to write myself a letter.
You’re nineteen; the world seems simultaneously too large and not large enough. You…
With everything that’s been going on, keeping up with NaPoWriMo has been difficult, though I’ve only missed one day. So. Go me. Nothing I’m producing is grade A material yet, but I do like this piece and feel it sums up my April quite well.
I can’t find the words.
lodged between past and future tense
between memory and what is to come.
I only know what I feel
what I imagine to be…
sansa: god i wish joffrey would just drop dead
5 minutes later…
sansa: holy shit did i do that
the waitomo caves of new zealand’s northern island, formed two million years ago from the surrounding limestone bedrock, are home to an endemic species of bioluminescent fungus gnat (arachnocampa luminosa, or glow worm fly) who in their larval stage produce silk threads from which to hang and, using a blue light emitted from a modified excretory organ in their tails, lure in prey who then become ensnared in sticky droplets of mucus.
Mama Fury on waking up the Avengers.
LOKI IS FUCKGN DUCT TAPED TO THE BED I SIMPLY CANNOT
I don’t think there will ever come a time when I won’t reblog this.
this post is perfect from start to finish
Such perfect. So wow.
Actually, I’m a big softie and that’s why I’m covered in tattoos, everything is because I’m actually quite scared of everything. The point is that I’m naturally a quite fearful person, okay? … That’s what I trade on anyway, so I don’t go around all the time getting angry. It’s because I’m a sweetheart. I want everyone to love me.
I love you.