CAN YOU FART
DO IT NOW
“I haven’t gone out as much, though to tell you the truth I’m no longer convinced anything happened”
All my books are packed away and all I have near me is the first volume of Samurai Champloo what does this mean
Shaking off the sleet from my ice-glazed hat and jacket, I seated myself near the door, and turning sideways was surprised to see Queequeg near me.
He settled back in his place on the bench among the younger squires and drank.
“Well, hey, if they’re washin’ the swag, they might’s well wash their own stuff, I guess.”
“I whose heart,
being rent, cared nothing,
was unspeakably indifferent.”
“Largely thanks to Mark Antony’s incompetence as an administrator, Italy was in disarray and the legions were in a mutinous frame of mind.”
“What crime have you committed?” she asked.
‘I must build a life for myself outside the Avengers’
‘Interrupts normal nuclear division by ‘trapping’ folate, leading to a reduction in the synthesis of DNA.’ I’LL NEVER HAVE A FAMILY :o
“Have you received no promise of satisfaction at her hands?”
Shakespeare knows what’s going down :I
There were some of my heroes when I was a kid
no matter how many times they failed, they still kept trying.
I felt really good about doing my work then realised it was fucking half eleven ._.
Get off tumblr
One of the many, many things I love about the HMM Zoids is how in the assembly guides, Kotobukiya includes all these pieces of concept art.
I can’t read any of the writing, but I love the style.
GUYS, WE ARE FUCKING TINY.
the more i look at this, the scarier it is
forever fucking reblog. This is probably the most interesting/awesome thing I’ve ever seen on tumblr, LOL *__*
Never will I not reblog this.
Where the fuck is everyone? I’ve been having a shitty day. I feel so so so shitty. I’m so sick of being lonely. I’m always by myself. I never feel like I’m part of groups. Just tacked on the outside, a spare part. And then when the evening comes, everyone pairs off and goes their own way whilst I’m left by myself. It always happens. I’m always forgotten about. I try really hard to integrate with people and groups. Even amongst the people I consider my best friends, I always feel left out. Like when people just walk off without me when I’m smoking with them. People forgetting to tell me that everyone is leaving. They have their own conversations in their own circles without me. Why do I always feel like I’m imposing? Why do I always feel like people just take it in turns to talk to me because no-one else wants to? Why am I always on the outside of things? I’m sick of always being lonely. I’m sick of always being poor. I’m sick of always being hungry. That reminds me. I’ve lost loads of weight lately too, I was looking at myself in the mirror earlier. I miss my family too. I miss my parents and my little brothers. I miss my friends too. I feel like I haven’t been as close to any of them as I used to be. I just want someone here with me. Why has everyone left me out again? FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU ALL. FUCK YOU EVERYONE. FUCK EVERY LAST FUCKING PERSON ON THE FUCKING PLANET. I can’t even afford drugs, alcohol or sedatives. I’m just waiting to go to sleep. And in the morning, I’ll wake up and wait another twelve hours to go to sleep again. I feel awful. It’s not like anyone even cares either. I keep knocking on everyone’s doors, even though I know no-one is in. I suppose I just keep hoping that they didn’t hear me the first time. I keep hoping that my friends will be there and say sorry for not hearing me and invite me in and just ask how I am. So here’s an open letter to everyone. I’m really cold in here. I just want a hug. A long, warm hug.