Tumblr is a ball in need of a bat, a face that needs the urgent kiss of a fist, with an ugly smear of red to wear it’s blood as lipstick & eye-shadow like two big bruises like crators on the surface of the moon
what? Is black and blue and read all over: A: tumblr, you little bitch you there with your make-up running snivelling into your iphone put down the the straight razor and step away from the poor ontology that you’ve sliced up ever-so thinly – did you know that “taxonomies” has moved on from a countable to an uncountable noun now – and uncountable nouns are now verbs and verbs are just part of the three-serves-a-day a long with a little salt and a sprinkling of split infinitive
“literally” literally means “figuratively” and figuratively we publish a new dictionary every ten seconds to keep up with all these new neologisms and other such redundancies
‘The question is,’ said Alice, 'whether you can make words mean so many different things.’
'The question is,’ said Humpty Dumpty, 'which is to be master — that’s all.’
no wonder they pushed that useless prick off the wall and all the kings horses and all the kings men had scrambled eggs for breakfast again
redefining a word is not just a case of mere semantics not this used to mean X and now it means WHY, like you swapped the signposts to the village and the cemetery and now everyone agrees “this is where we sleep” because you are moving the whole weight of the foundations of the roots of it’s use & all that history piled up and on top of it and you think no one will notice like the pea was always under the same shell and I’m afraid the worst conmen only fool themselves
Ray: Hey, that kid, the smart one (Reid smiles and mouths ‘Its me’). I could use a little help.
Reid: Reid here.(Garcia rolls her eyes)
Ray: Crossword question. 10 letters, Crator Creator.
Reid: 10 letters, Crator, Creator.
Rossi: Did you get that?
Ray: Damn, she’s smart.
(Reid looks at Garcia, frustrated. Garcia smile & nods in amusement)
Ray, David Rossi, Spencer Reid, Penelope Garcia. Season 5 Episode 3. Criminal Minds quote of the day.
A One Shot. Concept: We saw Gail’s moment of realization. What if we saw Holly’s moment? What if Gail saw Holly’s moment?
Gail leaned against the wall of a dilapidated brick building and waited for her vision to return to normal. She was disoriented. Her vision blurred. Her breath came short and quickly. It was always like this when she traveled. She had made dozens of trips, and still was not use to the effects. She did not believe she would ever get used to it.
It was a quiet night, clouds rolling over the stars and dulling the glow of the moon. It was winter time so the grass would frost over tonight for sure. Most were asleep right now seeing at it was almost midnight, everything was quiet. Everything was still.
The stars were active tonight, a few small twinkles before a small shoot across the sky. The star fell to earth in a beautiful stance, before landing in the woods. The noise made by the collision was enough to wake anyone from their slumber.
A young lady laid in the crator that was made from the impact, steam arose from the floor as she cooled down from the landing. She was wearing a shimmering white dress with a necklace with a small diamond star attached, sitting up from the hole she held her head. Pain shooting to her leg, must have injuried it when she fell. ghostofmourning