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I really wonder why people follow me because what I post is a constant cycle of extremely limited topics such as WAYS IN WHICH BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH IS BEAUTIFUL, THE EXCELLENT PROPERTIES OF GIN, HOW TO BE A MISANTHROPIC TWAT, MORE WAYS IN WHICH BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH IS BEAUTIFUL, NEVER DO ANYTHING WORTHWHILE WITH YOUR LIFE/GETTING OUT OF BED IS OVERRATED, WHISKY: THE MANLY ANTIDEPRESSANT, SORRY CAN WE JUST TALK ABOUT HOW MUCH I WANT TO SHAG BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH ONCE AGAIN FOR JUST FIVE SECONDS OKAY THANKS and so on and so forth for all eternity.

This is roughly the contents of my mind at any given moment:

  • books
  • wine
  • Benedict Cumberbatch
  • Benedict Cumberbatch with a book
  • Benedict Cumberbatch drinking wine
  • Benedict Cumberbatch covered in wine
  • Benedict Cumberbatch lying prostrate in a pile of books
  • Benedict Cumberbatch naked in a fountain of wine
  • Benedict Cumberbatch sunbathing naked by a fountain of wine while reading a book

Activities that are far superior to finishing one’s readings for class: solving the world’s overpopulation problem by murdering vast numbers of individuals; watching Sherlock for the millionth time. PRIORITIES, WHAT ARE SENSIBLE PRIORITIES – THIS CONCEPT DOES NOT EXIST IN A WORLD WHERE ONE CAN GAZE UPON THE AESTHETICALLY PLEASING SHOW THAT IS SHERLOCK. I don’t have four hours of English tomorrow; I have Cumberbatch Studies followed by the History of Cheekbones: 1800 to the Present.

I apparently still have one friend left (how did this happen – what did I do wrong), because she came over today and informed me that “you look so much more like Doctor Who [Tennant] since I last saw you. Like, your little face and then… FOOF, hair!”

Thanks, bro, I am really pleasantly surprised by this statement of yours even though I have been going to a stylist with a picture of Tennant for the past two years. MAYBE – MAYBE MY INTENSE DELUSION OF BEING THE DOCTOR HAS MADE ME LOOK MORE LIKE THE DOCTOR.

Aonghus, God of Love and Courtesy, Putting a Spell of Summer Calm on the Sea
John Duncan

Aonghus, an engaging god of love and courtesy, a Celtic equivalent of Eros, appears in this fanciful portrayal as a charming, if somewhat whimsical character, who calms the foamy sea with his fairy magic.

I find that examining what I considered my “favourite paintings” as a child is an accurate way to track my growth into a flaming homosexual.

Bringing about Mind’s complete atrophy
Is cheery Jan-Feb’s apathy
So perhaps within an oven you’ll thrust your head
Put rocks in pockets in rivers and get quite dead
Shotguns and dexterous toes is the manly way!
Not flexible? Just poison yourself in dismay
What a glorious feeling is such despair
Life is rather a cold affair
For those lacking in courage distraction might do
Read a novel – and what a novel idea too!
Scotch and gin and rum make all things less terrible
Blessed escapism makes life rather bearable
But if you can’t find a way to mend it
Simply go ahead and end it!

I am even more of a miserable bastard at this time of the year. IT’S COLD AND I CAN’T FEEL MY HANDS AND CLASSES ARE DREARY AND THERE IS NEVER ENOUGH GIN COURSING THROUGH MY BLOODSTREAM.