crunchbuttsteak:

lookingforsarahjay:

crunchbuttsteak:

If I had a nickel for every big name Harry Potter fanfic writer who started their own cult, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice.

Oh man, are we talking about Snape wives?? I because every time I remember them I just have to stare off into the distance for a while.

I’d have three nickels.

altargrl:

I’ve got a sixth sense it’s called paranoia

your-villainous-neighbour:

Hozier b like “hey girl what if the ceaseless battle between unconquerable suffering (as a consequence of existence), and the indomitable human spirit, was just. in ur earphones. What if the constant tug of war between the limitlessness of love and inevitability of heartache was literally injected into u via sound. Like. just playing in ur ears for an hour. Take my hand. Let’s take a stroll through hell, baby :) wouldn’t that be gre- why are you crying”

rox-and-prose:

rox-and-prose:

ralkana:

rox-and-prose:

rox-and-prose:

i love the french, i love the way they pronounce Rs like they’re disgusted with them

the english meanwhile seem to have developed some sort of phobia about them

When we were discussing the surgery I’d need for my sleep apnea, the surgeon told me I’d never be able to speak French properly because the French R is a uvular sound and I’d no longer have a uvula.

… that’s okay? I’m not French? I don’t speak French? I’ve always thought it was the weirdest thing for him to say!

Huh. Didn’t know you could have French surgically removed.

sorry i just cannot get this out of my head. Like, “oh you speak french? i hear there’s an operation for that”

dumini:

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Tweets that are stronger than any counseling

ladyoftheharbour:

ladyoftheharbour:

please does anyone have that image of a frog wearing a yarmulke and it says “it is rosh hashanah my jews” i can’t find it

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i have to do everything myself around here

pjackk:

Can i be sensitive for 1 second or will i be tackled and killed

powerbottombrucespringsteen:

Everybody’s on this new club drug called “Greek yogurt with berries, granola and a dab of honey.” Shit’s wild