May 2013
“Triste la lluvia
que sobre el mármol cae,
triste ser tierra.
Triste no ser...”
– “Tankas”, Jorge Luis Borges. (via villings)
“(…) Y el poeta nos dice que en la noche estrellada
vienes a recoger las flores...”
– “Ofelia”, Arthur Rimbaud. (via villings)
“Al mismo tiempo comprendí que la base de su pesimismo no era desprecio del...”
– El lobo estepario, Hermann Hesse (via factanonverba)
bebroom:
a woman’s body is not for you. if she wants to cover it she should feel free and safe in doing so. if she wants to expose it she should feel free and safe in doing so. it is not an indication of her self-respect but an indication of her preferences for whatever reasons she chooses — none of which are your business or concern.
diagondaley:
buttgenie:
i hate when a teacher is genuinely funny and i’m the only one in the entire classroom that laughs at their jokes since everybody i go to school with are distasteful heathens
#especially those sarcastic witty teachers who have amazing comebacks but everyone is fucking moronic and not intelligent enough to understand the beauty of what theyre saying and i get so upset
marvin-le-paranoid-android:
fandomize-the-nation:
avaireing:
abgroovy:
Clara was on Gallifrey. Which means one of her echoes was a time lady.
At one point Clara was a time lady.
#and then the doctor killed her
There has never been a better use for that gif, ever.
Everyone at my school's idea of a relationship: Someone asks someone "Will you go out with me?" and the other person says yes. They hug in the hallways, hold hands in the morning before the bell rings, and they kiss at lunch. They say "I love you" after two days. The whole school agrees that they are the cutest couple ever and hopes that they will last.
My idea of a relationship: You start talking to each other and is in the "talking stage". One person asks you to go a date with them. You guys go a few more dates. You guys are dating. You guys act like a couple. You hug, you hold hands, you kiss. One person asks you to be their boyfriend/girlfriend. You guys are now officially a couple. You're in one of those relationships where you don't announce it to the whole world but you won't deny it if someone asked. You guys are comfortable around each other, you hang out outside of school. You say "I love you" when the time is right and when you actually mean it. You have a threeway with Satan. You agree that all other mortals are no better than the mud caked to your collective shoes and sacrifice the whole of your school to the Dark Lord as per his request mid-coitus. You rule the charred and ruined remains of your homeland with an iron fist. Together
bulletbakas:
Ain’t no friendship like a friendship where you’re either confused as siblings or gay lovers
“Art and love are the same thing: It’s the process of seeing yourself in things...”
– Chuck Klosterman, Killing Yourself to Live: 85% of a True Story (via blue-voids)
“En el camino de los perros mi alma encontró
a mi corazón. Destrozado, pero...”
– “Sucio, mal vestido”, Roberto Bolaño. (via villings)
angrynerdyblogger:
do you ever just “what the fuck is the point” so hard that you stop everything you’re doing and stare and pretty much wonder why you don’t vanish from existence because the level of done you are should pretty much deconstruct your biological makeup
iamjayse:
thenerdfighterkid:
slydig:
tsarbucks:
slydig:
dont be mean
be median or mode
damn math fandom bloggers
shut up we have a good range of jokes
this is our domain
bepeu:
my entire blog is me talking to myself and going crazy in a cute and orderly way
