March 2012
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let's get social →
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I’m going to buy some freakishly cute and somewhat chubby animal and name it Skeletor. That way, if humanity—be it an individual or the masses—sucks, then I can at least have the satisfaction of telling them that Skeletor is going to fucking kick your ass (internal thoughts: with his mind. Because he’s about three inches long and weighs 10 pounds soaking wet), bitch.
Yeah.
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Did you know?
That the writer(s) behind the tumblog did-u-kno has a thing for Radiohead? It makes sense considering that most of the posted facts (questionable or otherwise) are so appealing for my random-need-of-information brain.
PS They have an entire section devoted to wicked Harry Potter facts. I once stayed up until the wee hours of the morning scrolling through the vast collection, mouth slightly open...
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Hey me, why call it inkhorn if you're going to...
…because inkhorns can be for art too, duh.
Not really.
I’m not even sure why I’m posting this, except to alleviate the guilt that comes from writing fuck all for almost a month.
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all i could think of... was penis.
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Instead of saying "fucking",
kelseyscosmos:
You replace the word “fuck” or “fucking” with the word “Muffin”.
Ex. “What the muffin are you talking about?”
” Are you muffin kidding me?!”
“You’re a muffin asshole.”
“You muffin cunt.”
That last one’s my favorite.
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I sometimes look at tumblr urls and wonder
ie. Ifreakinhatetrudy(.tumblr.com)
Now I just want to know why
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I've been binging on a lot of Dramione lately
And I’m not afraid to admit that out loud.
Anonymously.
Right.
PS Go read Dragon’s Bride, because that’s when I fell in love with Dramione and realized they just made so much sense (plus the wit caliber of the two is simply deadly).
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and with his scores of tears, he washed away his...
And there she lay, not yet broken
but black and burnt; yet she still reached for the Sun.
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I sometimes feel like my captions are brain burps
I can’t help it when I dwell in moments of obvious commentating. It just happens when I see something seriously wicked cool* and I just lose all abilities of artful articulation.
The alliteration made up for it.
I’ll always say that as my excuse (in lieu of Hail Marys)
*I’m an 80s child, so this was big when I was growing up… in the 90s
