celticpyro:

aquestionofcharacter:

if you relate to having an idea for a story for 4 to 8 years with almost zero progress towards actually writing it down, clap your hands

This post kicked down my door, came into my house and publicly shamed me in front of God, my mother, and my cat.

(via unified-multiversal-theory)

laurierrose:

women talking about how they hate men are like “yeah i just would rather like be alone and focus on growing flowers and organic vegetables than be around men, who have physically harmed me personally in the past” and men talking about how they hate women are like “i can’t wait to set a woman on fire because she didn’t make sexy enough eye contact with me”

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yakkette:

tilthat:

TIL Research has shown that dogs actually like the silly, high-pitched voice their owners use to talk to them.

via reddit.com

me, babbling: whos a chungky babbey??!! whos a chunkey babbey??!!

Dog: Superb, you funky little biped.

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closet-keys:

My brother was diagnosed with depression years before I was, and because of that he started therapy years before I did.

I still remember when I was a young teen and he was playing a Nirvana song and he stopped it at this one line: “I miss the comfort of being sad”

He told me that when you start to get better, there’s a part of you that misses being sad and that if you start feeling that way you have to be extra extra aware and careful because if you indulge the feeling you’ll go down a self-destructive spiral

And even though that was years and years ago, I think about it all the time. Especially when I’m reading discourse on the idea of getting so attached to mental illness as an identity that you don’t want to improve things because you feel safe in it and don’t know who you are without it

I always think of that line “I miss the comfort of being sad” and my brother’s warning

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gishifu:

mremaknu:

thebibliosphere:

glumshoe:

ispepsiokaysir:

glumshoe:

thebibliosphere:

glumshoe:

Colorful and evocative language is the backbone of writing. Instead of “she had blue eyes”, write: “she possessed shimmering cerulean orbs that functioned as optical sensory receptors in hex #007ba7”.

One the one hand I hate it, on the other, there’s part of me that loves it and I hate that I love it.

You survived crucifix nail nipples. You can survive hex #007ba7 globular photon receptors no problem.

you guys don’t know how much hotter written porn would be if people started describing stuff like nipple tone in hex codes

“The erectile tissue of his mammary papilla responded to the tactile stimulation of her hydrostatic oral muscle, darkening to hex #cd5b45 and tumescing with vasocongestion.” 

*softly but emphatically* what the fuck.

reading this made my arrector pili muscles contract

did Commander Data write this whole thread?

sergle:

innucinsar:

sergle:

I already named my switchblade Stabitha but what’s a good name for a sword?

SLASHLEY

SLASHLEY

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