“Again.”
No, I’m no one’s wife, but, oh, I love my life! And all that jazz!
No, I’m no one’s wife, but, oh, I love my life! And all that jazz!
sorry bro can't go out tonight. i'm stuck in an eternal state of melancholy
“(…) the sea no longer torments me; the self I wished to be is the self I am.”
— Louise Glück, from Otis in “Poems 1962-2012″ (via xshayarsha)
Me, at fictional characters: THIS WOULDN’T BE A PROBLEM IF YOU JUST TALKED ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS
Me, in real life: if i give even the vaguest notion of my feelings to anybody i would die
The Great Gatsby's copyright expires January 1, 2021 and I for one am quite looking forward to the inevitable publication of Nick/Gatsby fanfiction.
Look me in the eye and tell me there's not at least ten people sitting on a completed manuscript right now. I dare you.
Oh dude time to write the Greater Gatsby
Y’all I got great news for you:
Tordotcom Publishing is thrilled to announce that Ruoxi Chen has acquired Nghi Vo’s The Chosen and the Beautiful, a magical reimagining of The Great Gatsby told through the eyes of a queer, Asian-American Jordan Baker as the American immigrant narrative that Gatsby always should have been.
WHAT
good morning to repressed bi artists, sad gay alcoholics, exiled english lords, conflicted catholic ladies, clever italian mistresses, flamboyant aesthetes who stutter, emotionless older brothers, and teddy bears in a good temper
“You are far from excuse from this. Mark down three days duty owing, one for that collar.”
the best plot timeline in the terror is when they leave the boats and everybody pretty much starts dying except FRANCIS CROZIER, who rises at 6 every morning to go to soul cycle and do a 7-step skincare routine, journal about his intentions for the day, sip some adaptogenic tea. everyone is dragging themselves along to the inevitable and francis crozier BOUNDS out of his tent every morning like a disney protagonist, ready for a full day of fresh air and sunlight. his skin is clear, he has energy to spare, he is thriving. and it’s like read the room
I haven’t finished The Terror yet but this show already owns my heart. Soooo…..shitposts?
imagine the supernatural season one aesthetic if they were boppin around in a prius
john winchester looks at the coat of dirt on the prius. “dean, i wouldn’t have given you this car if you weren’t going to take care of it.” “dad, everyone knows you buy a prius for the fuel efficiency, not for the appearance.” “you’re right, son, my bad. carry on.”
in the pilot episode, the woman in white takes control of the prius on the bridge but then she realizes she’s in a prius so she softly whispers “this is bullshit. i can never go home.”
sam says “we’ve got work to do” and then steps back so he can close the hatchback
because their lives are so stressful, they choose the soothing sea glass pearl color. who wants to worry about visible clear coat scratches when you’ve got monsters to kill
a semi hits the prius during the season 1 finale but, due to its five star side crash safety rating, dean winchester never enters a coma. season 2 is fundamentally altered.
I don’t even go here, but please tell me more about plot problems that could be solved if they were driving a road safe, fuel efficient, cheaply maintained car.
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