pilgrim—soul:

gallant-under-street-lights:

“By the time Becca woke up it was noon.”

…but really though. I didn’t think it would be so literal.

“The seekers of the future revolve about the splendid present.”

Oh dear. I didn’t think I was quite so… mercenary.

“As long as it’s no trouble.”

Seasons ending in pain. All of them.

all-fucked-up-with-nowhere-to-go:

minestuck:

alternate title: young children gawk at flaming homosexuals

 NO FUCKING WAY MOTHER FUCKER ILL FUCK YOU UP BITCH ILL FINDYOU THESE BOOKS WERE MY FUCKING LIFE HOLY MOTHER OF THE SWEET LORD THESE WERE LIKE MY FIRST FANDOM OKAY THIS SHIT WAS MY GODDAMN LIFE I MEAN FUCK YOU DONT YOU DARE FUKIN DISS THE BAILY SCHOOL KIDS THAT WAS SOME QUALITY ASS SHIT

I think I still have Gargoyles Don’t Drive Schoolbuses

skindeeptales:

Suzanne König

grodus:

i like this one

janefriedman:

A Map to Get Out of Writer’s Block via NY Book Editors

robotique:

Vague Protest. (by The Vision Beautiful)