I know the night is not the same as the day: that all things are different, that the things of the night cannot be explained in the day, because they do not then exist, and the night can be a dreadful time for lonely people once their loneliness has started. — Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms  (via ohhhkat)

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GALLANT IS AROUSED, GOOFUS IS HORNY

orelpuppington:

best fanfic ever located below the cut

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Heard someone call this book a “snore-fest” the other day. 
That hurt.

Heard someone call this book a “snore-fest” the other day. 

That hurt.

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Dat mustache.

Dat mustache.

sociopath-ina-sweatervest:

anachronistic-nostalgia:

siksta:

“The papers next day were full of the “Brixton Mystery,” as they termed.”
Thank you, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, for describing my future sex life for this year, which apparently is some sort of mystery. (As it always is…)

“But the only thing that was certain, when, for some reason, the winds of fate sent me as a transfer student to a high school in Kyoto where I was to be caught up again in the affairs of those people, is that the Kyoto I wanted to see had nothing to do with this!”
Yeah, the closest book to me was a CLAMP manga. It’s kind of worrying, now that I think about it. I’m just glad that I didn’t see this post yesterday, when I was reading a book about the trafficking of teenaged girls…

“this is not how Wolsey made himself great.”
…well, seeing as how wolsey was the fat archbishop of canterbury in 1529 and greatness in that field is generally not achieved via kinky queer sex… yup.

“As a requirement for completing graduate school, you must submit a thesis, which is a detailed research report.” - Microsoft Office 2010: dumbest class ever.
sounds disappointing.

sociopath-ina-sweatervest:

anachronistic-nostalgia:

siksta:

“The papers next day were full of the “Brixton Mystery,” as they termed.”

Thank you, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, for describing my future sex life for this year, which apparently is some sort of mystery. (As it always is…)

“But the only thing that was certain, when, for some reason, the winds of fate sent me as a transfer student to a high school in Kyoto where I was to be caught up again in the affairs of those people, is that the Kyoto I wanted to see had nothing to do with this!”

Yeah, the closest book to me was a CLAMP manga. It’s kind of worrying, now that I think about it. I’m just glad that I didn’t see this post yesterday, when I was reading a book about the trafficking of teenaged girls…

“this is not how Wolsey made himself great.”

…well, seeing as how wolsey was the fat archbishop of canterbury in 1529 and greatness in that field is generally not achieved via kinky queer sex… yup.

“As a requirement for completing graduate school, you must submit a thesis, which is a detailed research report.” - Microsoft Office 2010: dumbest class ever.

sounds disappointing.

soverian:

omgthatartifact:

Ash Tray
Russia, 1890
The Hermitage Museum

if i had this, i would seriously consider taking up smoking again. 

you say that like twice a month. i think you’re just itchin for an excuse.

soverian:

omgthatartifact:

Ash Tray

Russia, 1890

The Hermitage Museum

if i had this, i would seriously consider taking up smoking again. 

you say that like twice a month. i think you’re just itchin for an excuse.

DAMNIT!

Yesterday they were giving free water ices out at rita’s. I missed it.