has anything ever delivered better content than nfl mic’ed up
this conversation... absolutely wonderful
cardan has such a way with words like my sweet villian, my darling god??? my dearest punishment??? if ure the sickness i suppose u can’t also be the cure??? come home and shout at me. come home and fight with me. come home and break my heart, if you must. just come home??? BY YOU I AM FOREVER UNDONE?!?!?!!??!
“I love you, but I’m alone.”
— Dylan Thomas, quoted by Elizabeth Reitell, shortly before he died c. 1952
yeah i’ve read madeline miller’s reimaginations of the classics
i get in the light of the sun and i am suddenly like, life has meaning and is beautiful actually
mr. boombastic
this gets a burst of notes every friday
bagels, baguettes, barbari, biscuits, bocadillo, brioche, chapatis, challah, conchas, injera, lavash, mantou, matzo, naan, pandesal, parathas, pitas, pretzels, puris, sangak, sopaipillas, taftoon, tortillas, roti... love is real
thank you ancestors for domesticating grain
— Arthur Miller, adapted from The Crucible
would like 2 get kissed by every single archer character. on the lips. thank you.
just thinking about how the hypothetical case that made harold recognize jude’s potential in law school was about the families of car crash victims suing those they thought were to blame whether or not it was fair and how when willem died jude did the exact same thing to the car companies and the truck driver
some things we should start romanticising
- bike rides, especially when listening to music. the wind in your hair, the songs in your ears, every sound being quiet and living in your own bubble of lyrics. (edit: in some countries this is illegal and it can be dangerous - i had not thought of that and i apologise)
- sitting in a bus. you’re going back home, maybe you’re reading a book or just looking outside of the foggy glass.
- making tea. warming up the water, bringing it to a simmer and closing the gas, pouring it into a ceramic mug, the perfume of tea leaves: it’s a ritual.
- buying a new book. walking in a book store, reading the first page of a book that sounds interesting, choosing a book because of its cover, never having heard of that book.
- reading the last page of a book. that one doctor who episode where the doctor says he rips the last page of each book he reads, reading the last line and feeling like all the air in your lungs is gone.
- that one specific moment when you are coming back from a party and you’re walking the few last steps before getting home.
- writing your name on a new notebook. scribbling messy letters or trying hard to make it look pretty.
- tying shoe laces. where are you even going?
- picking a flower. getting off the road and into a patch of grass just to pick a yellow wild flower, pressing it in a book, or putting it in a glass of water.
- finally getting to bed. the cold bedsheets, closing your burning eyes, the small sounds of the city.
-c. 23.07.20 6.15pm
A LITTLE BIT OF FEAR AT NEW EXPERIENCE IS A SIGN OF GROWTH. MONOTONY IS DEATH BEFORE DEATH AND THE UNEXPECTED IS A BLESSING. ANYWAY, SORRY I CARBONATED YOUR BLOOD, THE SPELL WASN'T SUPPOSED TO DO THAT.
this is the physical embodiment of zero impulse control
wow his character in Ghostbusters wasnt even scripted he’s just Like That
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