Chemistry/English university student who likes guitars, girls, and video games. Queer, left, feminist, atheist. Stuck in a love/hate relationship with Glee.
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I think we ought to only read the kind of books that wound and stab us. If the book we are reading doesn’t wake us up with a blow on the head, what are we reading it for? So that it will make us happy, as you write? Good Lord, we would be happy precisely if we had no books, and the kind of books that make us happy are the kind we could write ourselves if we had to. But we need the books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us. That is my belief.
—Franz Kafka , 1904 (via mutualaddiction)
(Source: inherwar)
I wish I could tie you up in my shoes
Make you ship Faberry, too
They used to say I’m delusional
But what does that mean to you?
Look into an episode, what’s inside there?
My ship, with longing stares.
Same old gay again, today.
Their outsides are rude
But inside they’re fools
Every time we think they’re through
Quinn’s like “Don’t marry that dude!”
I’ve tried different gays
But they’re not the same
At the end of the day
I have the love to blame
Keep on shippin!
You can call it hate if you don’t know
You can think they’re straight, ‘cause they said so
You can fight all the gay, if you think it’s okay
But if you can look inside you
Find out how’d this ship move
To the top position
And make the world
Want to ship Faberry
This is pure magic. Absolute. Pure. Magic.
I did not realize that my life has been incomplete until this moment.
on abara ura masarakato on gataru: Wetlander jokes
Mat: Knock knock
Perrin: Who’s there?
Mat: Aybara
Perrin: …Aybara who?
Mat: Aybara soap! You smell like a mangy dog!
Perrin: o_oThe wetlander wants the other wetlander to bathe. How can I laugh until I know…
Friends, forget the wetlanders’ “humor.” I have oosquai.
(Source: maledictor)
