he got a chocolate
“Although it was still bright, the bite of the sun was going. As it lessened, the pull of the beach relaxed and life began to flow back into the town, sauntering under the little trees, glancing, pausing, loud with many voices, a tide obedient to the sun which in the morning drew it down to the water’s edge and in the evening let it roll back into the land again. The townspeople who, in the baked midday hours, had sat outside their shops or done their marketing or cycled busily in the half-empty streets, now withdrew once more into their shops to serve, sallow and hollow-eyed under the weak electric light, until the last postcard, the last foreign newspaper, the last pair of wooden sandals strapped with gold seemed likely to have been sold until tomorrow. Sluggishly the tide eddied past their windows, fingering shirts and beach smocks hung on outside racks, the street loud with exhausts and peremptory hooting, speeding to Rimini, to Cesenatico, to Cervia, drawing the day’s heat away from town.”
--Celia Dale, A Helping Hand
Infinite monkeys with infinite typewriters will not, apparently, write Shakespeare. They will write a homoerotic 1973 mafia film by Martin Scorsese.
kim gets really into meal planning and you look in his freezer and theres just 20-odd bags containing a single tuna sandwich and a cigarette
How was YOUR Saturday night?
80% of the ocean has not been explored. there could be a Dollar General down there
gaslight gatekeep goncharov (1973)
listen ok i always dip out of this website but i also always dip back in and what a delightful fucken thing to happen at the end of the bird site, i was born in the hellfires of this site and i will die here apparently. gaslight gatekeep goncharov (1973). never change, website
i’m just saying aragorn son of arathorn oh im sorry STRIDER (one of them rangers what his right name is i never heard etc etc) didn’t need to be that sexy at the prancing pony. like ostensibly he’s trying to lay low but even dipshit little [relatively] eighteen y/o frodo is like hey what’s the deal with that extremely ostentatiously sexy man in the corner
“you draw far too much attention to yourself ‘mister underhill’” if i were frodo i wouldve snapped. jesus christ. i can’t help that i’m two feet shorter than everyone else in this definitely definitely 100% a gay bar but at least i didn’t lurk in a sexy corner making eyes at everybody from under my cloak at least im TRYING to pretend i’m not a protagonist you fine ass idiot. i KNOW i’m being pursued by the black riders which is why i didn’t SERVE CUNT from the SHADOWS. the fellowship of the nerve of this bitch
hi this hilarious and perfect crackfic about twitter crawling back to tumblr has me on the ceiling
just thinking about how we put the dog bed over the dog as a joke and he said “oh this is nice i’ll just take a little nap” and the cat was like “.......yes good”