everyone must hear this

Pallegina

Pallegina: Oh! Kana, I just remembered an old Vailian song - maybe it was dwarven - from when I was a girl.

Kana Rua: Really? Let’s hear it!

Pallegina: Vanimba med se-e, vanimba med se-e! Senete des lusces? Senete des lusces… ? Do you know it?

Kana Rua: Aheh…hrm. No, I’m afraid I can’t say I ever heard that, ah, particular tune.

little psychotic things

-ripping up your skin trying to get the bugs out

-heartbreaking hallucinations

-my best friend is staring at me smiling and they wont talk to me or move PLEASE MOVE PLEASE SAY SOMETHING OH GOD

-somethings behind me help

-constantly feeling like you’re being chased

-I Have Started Laughing And I Can’t Seem To Stop

-you thought you just had a lot of imaginary friends but they turn out to be advanced visual and auditory hallucinations

-when theyre tellin you to kill your friends and your just damn man im trying o take a nap chill

-resist the urge to rip out the strangers hair. its made of worms but you must resist

-thinking you did the thing you were supposed to do but actually youve been sitting motionless for a long time and you are now too exhausted to actually do the thing

-why does everyone have really big shoulders?

-sir your eye is changing color please look away

-Everyone Is Staring At Me I Must Run

-hearing the same god damn song all day but no ones playing it its just an auditory hallucination

-Panic™

-all these damn movies relying on the psycho killer trope ://

-GET OUTTA MY FOOD GOD DAMN SPIDERS FUCK

-There’s bark in my hair. My hair is full of bark

-being sexualized by the media???? what

-that one person you saw the other day had monster feet but shh its a secret

-this paper is breathing the trees not dead

echoinggoat  asked:

Hey out of curiosity do you still enjoy motorcity? I just refound it after not watching it since it first came out and I absolutely love it so much, like junior??? The bae

I WILL NEVER STOP LOVING MOTORCITY IT IS MY HEART. MY SOUL. MY MIND. MY BLOOD.

no but seriously motorcity will always and forever be my favourite show i know, like, everything about it because im a FRE A K

AND ALSO I LOVE JUNIOR TOO he’s my fave nonburner im glad you love this terrible puppet child aaa

  • playing bastion: ah what an immersive and innovative game! truly the writers are masters of their craft to create such a poignant and inspiring story! this game is a masterpiece! a shining example of video games as an artistic medium!
  • playing transistor: IM IN REAL PHYSICAL PAIN. IM CRYING OVER A MAGICAL TALKING SWORD THAT SHOOTS LASERS. I HATE THIS GAME I HATE
  • French side of tumblr other day of the year : We proud to be french but come on patriotism ? Patriotism sounds like totalitarism...
  • French side of tumblr on the 14th of July : WE'RE SO PERFECT ! AND EVERYONE MUST HEAR ABOUT IT ! HONHONHON FETE NATIONALE
  • BITCHES !!! FAIT PETER LE SAUCISSON ET LE PINARD JOSETTE !

This is the summer of my fourteenth year, walking through dark neighborhoods alone, knowing how angry my mother would be if she knew

This is the water under the bridge where I first contemplated suicide, dry mouth and sweaty palms, what are you waiting for just do it

This is my bedroom in my father’s house, dust dancing in the sheets of light pouring through the window, wondering if any home will ever really feel like it is my own

This is a school trip in the tenth grade, depression sinking its teeth into my neck, my best friend sitting beside me on the bus, never once asking why I’m crying, never once looking me directly in the eyes, can you even blame her what did you expect

This is the first time I told someone a secret, my heart knocking against my chest so loud I swear everyone must hear it too, her sympathetic smile, her silence

This is that night I could have kissed her, that mattress on the floor, the way her voice faltered when she said she didn’t really like kissing much unless it was just as friends, just for fun, what are you waiting for just do it

This is my first girlfriend and the way she hurt so much it crawled between the words of everything she said, those nights I held her hand and whispered it’s alright, knowing that it was a lie

This is when she found me in the basement scribbling my poetry and calling it a goodbye, she laughs and says could you be any more cliché, can you even blame her what did you expect

This is the night she said I love you so many times in one night that I knew it would be our last together, our fingers exploring the landscapes of one another’s flesh under blankets, secrets we’d kept quiet for a whole year

This is watching her leave in the morning, wanting to cry but somehow feeling nothing, wanting to say something, something good, something final, anything, what are you waiting for just do it

This is fallen leaves crunching beneath my feet as I run away for the hundredth time, away from love, away from feeling, away from consequences, away from life, away from death, away from all

—  Listening to Fevers & Mirrors And Thinking About The Girls I Have Loved, Heather Elise
I’m thinking about this for a Vlogbrothers video but it’s making me very nervous...


Good Morning John,

One of the things that I read a lot in the Census is that people want to hear more about our lives as adult humans who also work with people to do big things. And another thing I know about the world is that people talk about their successes, but they do not talk about their failures. Which makes failure feel much worse both to them, because they feel like they must do it in isolation, and to everyone else who never hears about failure and thus thinks their failure is unique.

Well, John, as you know, I’m in the midst of a weird failure right now. And this is how failure works in business…it’s rarely absolute. It’s not like you either get an A or an F. There are all kinds of good things along with the bad things.

So I have this company that aims to celebrate things that are amazing with real-world events. VidCon, of course, is the thing that started this.

But we also want to celebrate other nerdy things that people are passionate about. And, in particular, I’m very excited about NerdCon Stories because we, as a society, aren’t great at valuing the people who create stories and, thus, our entire culture. Like, I go to ComicCon and the lines for actors are very long, but the lines for writers, with a couple obvious exceptions, are quite short.

And here is the way in which NerdCon Stories will not be a failure. People will have an amazing time celebrating something that we do not celebrate enough. It will be a valuable experience for our special guests and our attendees and I am proud of the thing we built.

But the way it is a failure is monetarily. We’ve sold about 1000 tickets, which is plenty to make it a dynamic, exciting event with a lot of wonderful perspectives. But we budged a conference with 3000 attendees. We’ve also got plenty of room at nearby hotels which we promised we’d fill and are not going to. So, at this point, I (as the person who owns NerdCon) stands to lose quite a lot of cash.

Now, I can afford this. I am not going to go bankrupt or even go into debt. But it does sting. I’m learning all kinds of things from this, but these lessons, I wish they were not quite so expensive.

Last year, the first year of NerdCon Stories was an extremely positive experience for me, and I’m very sad I can’t go this year, especially as it will probably be the last year. And I think that it’s going to be a bangin good time for everyone who goes, and I guess that’s the thing that should matter. But while I have failed in the past, the objective measure of this in dollars is quite a ways outside of my experience and I do not have a great system for processing it.

If you’d like to attend the event, to encourage you to do that. I’m not begging, of course, you should make sound financial decisions without consideration for me, a financially stable human being. But I am very proud of the event that we’ve put together. From a John Green Yoga Adventure, opportunities for in-depth conversations with some of today’s most interesting authors, live gaming, community events, a live Dear Hank and John. Panels on diversity, adaptation, self-promotion, and tabletop gaming.  Workshops on Zines, puppetry, improv, and podcasting.

It occurs to me that NerdCon: Stories is a very weird event, and maybe that’s something that is not working in its favor. It’s hard to know exactly what NerdCon Stories is, and I think that may be one reason why it is likely going to be a tremendous financial failure. But it’s also one reason why I’m not going to pull the plug on this thing. This show must go on, because it’s something very different and special.

And maybe that’s the thing we should all be going for. Even when we fail, is there a way to eliminate the shame of that and, instead, make it a failure to be proud of.

John, I’ll see you on Tuesday

anonymous asked:

While we see lovely moments between Brianna and Jamie, it seems that a lot about Claire and Brianna's relationship is just assumed. Would love to see some mother-daughter bonding/moments when Brianna was growing up. Thank you for all your stories!

THIS NOTEBOOK IS THE PROPERTY OF: Brianna Ellen Randall

AGE: 13 13.5


April 17, 1962

Dear Diary,      

Mama thinks I do not hear her.

But I do.

You can hear just about anything if you listen.

The Cold War may be quiet, but the nukes are ticking beneath our feet. There’s a wall in Berlin now, and it shouts louder than the protests, than refugee fists against the concrete. It speaks over President Kennedy and his promise for a “New Frontier”. This is what rings in my ears – the quiet war of fear and distrust. It’s a lonely world where everyone must watch their back.

I hear the loneliness in Mama, too, built around her like a wall. I am the only one who watches her back.

It’s funny, really – I learned this all from her. “Intelligence belongs to those who listen,” she told me once. Her Uncle Lamb had wax moth ears and was the smartest person she’s ever known. She claims he always found the bones of kings, buried in the most unusual places.

“How do you know where they are?” Mama asked him one day. He put his ear to the ground and laughed: “I can hear their hearts beating.”

Well, I can hear Mama’s heartsong too. It sounds different from Daddy’s, skips like a scratched record. I think it’s tired – but then Mama is always a little tired. Her eyes are purple, and she’s yawning before noon. There is never enough coffee or hours in the night. I get mad when she forgets to pack my lunch, when she dozes through opening credits.

“How can you fall asleep during Hitchcock, Mama?”

“Not asleep, darling, just resting,” but her chest falls heavy and her cheekbones soften.

Mama denies it – she always does. So I test her to just to make sure.

Does Mr. Hitchcock make a cameo in Psycho?

Was Gregory Peck found guilty in Spellbound?

What is the serial killer’s nickname in Shadow of a Doubt?

Somehow, she knows the answers. Maybe she’s seen the movies already, or maybe she listens as she sleeps. Perhaps Mama is always listening – like me.

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I honestly never believe people when they say the vote liberal because they came from a poor background and became rich as a result of ‘hard work’ and think that everyone who’s still poor must be lazy dole bludgers. All I hear is ‘I went from middle class to rich as a result of the opportunities afforded to me that some people will never have no matter how hard they work yet I refuse to acknowledge my privilege and I think your family members living in commission housing are stupid and lazy because I have no compassion or empathy.’