GS

shutupaubrey:

i’m skilled in the culinary art of microwaving 

osjecam:

sorry i’m late, professor. i’m disenchanted with the human experience and waking up every morning thrusts me into an instant existential crisis

dunshine:

i pretend to be punk rock but im really just a vaguely emo indie pop kid who loves fall out boy a lot

favourite band of brothers characters

So what did you study? [Literature.] Get outta here, you serious? I love to read! [Really?] Yeah. Dick Tracy, Flash Gordon mostly. Yeah. Fuck.

weedjoke420:

no offense but what the fuck am i doing

“She sounds enthusiastic even about boredom. And yet her burbly style does not ring true. I have seen her, sometimes, when she thinks I’m not looking: her face goes still, remote, unreflecting. It’s as if she’s not inside it. But then she’ll turn and laugh.”

Margaret Atwood, from Cat’s Eye (via violentwavesofemotion)

“Inside every person you know, there’s a person you don’t know.”

–(via laanat)

thecaptainsoiree:

A Place Where Nothing Moves * nc-17 * ~50k
Author: imogenbynight aka thecaptainsoiree
Artist: alt69 aka suchacat
Genre: Supernatural/Horror
Warnings: violence, psychological/emotional abuse (parent to child)
Posting November 21st

When the wind bent the trees back far enough you could see a light, small and distant, that dipped below the horizon with every rising wave. It sang, as much as a light can sing, and the few sailors who claimed to have reached it told tales on the shore of a song so bright and heady that it could not be replicated with any instrument. Mostly, those sailors were lying, telling stories in exchange for another round of drinks.

There was one sailor who knew the true story. He tried to tell it more than once.

Naturally, nobody was interested.

In 1991, after a week of violent storms and the most frightening day of his short life, Dean’s family was split down the middle. His mother left. His brother, too. For the remainder of his youth, he had nothing but his increasingly distant father, a life constantly uprooted, and the book Sam left behind. A book that spoke of a light on the ocean and a beast that longed to breach it.

Now, seventeen years later in the small fishing town of Jackpine Harbor, Maine, the appearance of a strange light on the horizon and a rash of storms set off memories of the day he’d rather forget, and the town’s newest resident, a veterinarian named Castiel Shurley whose apparent hatred of Dean is neither founded nor avoidable, is just one more thorn in his side.

[graphic by me, all images used in composite are my own except the rocks - the source of which is here]

fairestregal:

ouat + so done (part 2)

“Well, I always know what I want. And when you know what you want—you go toward it. Sometimes you go very fast, and sometimes only an inch a year. Perhaps you feel happier when you go fast. I don’t know. I’ve forgotten the difference long ago, because it really doesn’t matter, so long as you move.”

–Ayn Rand, We the Living (via quotes-shape-us)