despite what popular opinion may lead you to believe, some rocks actually do have scientifically-proven auras! Unfortunately, those rocks are uranium and the aura is cancer.
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the devil lives in my head and he’s telling me to wear the thigh high velvet pumps to the office Christmas party
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It’s finally here!! Thank you all for being so patient, all my love to you!
A fictional photocopy of a time traveler’s notebook.
The Notebook of a Fictional Man (originally meant to impress historians), accidentally centers itself around the gentle giant with whom the writer is madly in love- and around his own crippling self-doubt. He drinks his troubles away on otherworldly planet, consuming the essence of the color blue as a psychedelic wine, and loses track of both reality and himself. His chronic drinking and purple prose threatens to push away even the strongest and kindest man; to push away even his gentle giant with the greenest eyes in all the universe.The Notebook of a Fictional Man is now available on Amazon as a short paperback and on Gumroad ($0+) as a PDF- plus a special printable surprise as a thank you for reading!
OHHH AHHH I’M SO EXCITED KDLHGKJDFGLDFG
everyone plz go buy my buddy ellie renae’s book immediately <3333
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Opens Goodreads for the first time in a long time to see what YA Fantasy is up to
Immediate Regret
I hate this conceptually because I don’t think you should be allowed to put “dragon” in the title of a book that sucks, but honestly I’m just reeling at the reviews talking about the book’s sex scene, where the male love interest doesn’t even make the heroine orgasm. Like how fucking sad is it that you can’t imagine a woman cumming in an IDEALIZED FANTASY SCENARIO, in a world where dragons and magic are real
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hometowns have a thousand little ghosts pushing through the pavement that trip you up wherever you go how are we meant to live like that
on my way out of my hometown i’m torn between: “i have too many ghosts here” and “i don’t have enough ghosts anywhere else”.. a haunting doesn’t always have to be bad. it can be a light in my childhood best friend’s window after she moved away seven years ago.. it can be the smell of lilacs in spring that just don’t smell the same in another state.. it can be seeing an old classmate’s parent in line at the grocery store and being given a hug. there are small joys in tripping over my ghosts. sometimes the ghosts love me as much as they hate me.. but either way they’re proof i’ve lived. i managed to leave a fingerprint on the world here. small as it might be..
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