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wallflowerbloom:

No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

(Dead Poets Society, 1989)

11 hours ago on September 19th, 2014 |537,926 notes
me: *owns 264 unread books*
me: *buys 17 new books*
me: *rereads harry potter*
14 hours ago on September 19th, 2014 |121,227 notes
Tagged as: #me #hp 

helioscentrifuge:

gunz4hands:

new school year

did you mean:

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14 hours ago on September 19th, 2014 |114,539 notes

oimatchstickman:

wobbufetts:

aidn:

how the hell do i talk to people

Stand in front of them and press A

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14 hours ago on September 19th, 2014 |172,615 notes
platypusinplaid:

These Pottermore stats literally go against every house stereotype ever

platypusinplaid:

These Pottermore stats literally go against every house stereotype ever

14 hours ago on September 19th, 2014 |111,532 notes
sirartwork:

Because I could.

sirartwork:

Because I could.

1 day ago on September 18th, 2014 |8,408 notes

dandylyingwishes:

I love people who make me forget that I’m shy

1 day ago on September 18th, 2014 |299,428 notes

zubat:

What I love the most about skulls is their “in your face” attitude

3 days ago on September 16th, 2014 |14,835 notes

WTNV theory

So I think everyone agrees that Cecil is slowly changing in some pretty serious/dark ways.

And I’m thinking it’s because of the auction where Cecil was sold to an unknown entity.

Here’s a refresher quote from that episode:

"When confronted with destiny, there are external events to record, yes…but also internal. I would say, time slowed down even more than usual. The edges of the room went blurry, and then went, completely. There was a deep throb of distant machinery that I realized was my own heart propelling inadequate amounts of blood through my parched and aching body. If I did not win Lot 37 I would be…unraveled.

Perhaps I would be unraveled either way. The dull ache I felt was a primal ache of incompletion, the separation an infant feels when pulled too soon from its mother’s embrace. My cheeks flushed with the irrationality of desire. I needed Lot 37.

I counted my breaths. I judged myself for wanting, and judged myself wanting. I focused on those parts of my life completely out of my control in order to calm myself down, drowning my fears in pleasant helplessness.

The upshot is, I forgot to raise my paddle. Oh! Oh, foolish Cecil! And through the tears that came then to my eyes, I couldn’t see who won Lot 37 with only one bid!

Winner of Lot 37, if you’re listening, on one hand I wish you good luck with your prize. On the other, I will be using the mightiest bully pulpit of all, community radio, to strike back at you and destroy you!”

So, y’know, that’s a thing. Unless I’m forgetting something, this plot line hasn’t been resolved, so my guess is that the consequences are finally showing themselves.

The auction was of seized contraband. So might mean Cecil was owned before, and the previous owner bought him back, laid low for a while, and are now back to controlling/influencing him. 

Or what if the position of radio host always means being owned by one person, and that person’s ideals become the ideals of the town through influence by the voice of night vale? 

Or maybe Cecil figured out who bought the lot and is now looking for a way to fight back without going against his owner? 

IDK, there’s just so many ways that they could use this. Whatever happens, I am stoked for the next episodes!

3 days ago on September 16th, 2014 |2 notes

a discussion on sexual orientation

me: *explaining various sexual orientations to a classmate*
classmate: wait, what's polyamory?
me: well, it's when someone has more than one intimate relationship at a time with the knowledge and consent of everyone involved.
professor: *overhears from front of class*
professor: that is d i s g u s t i n g
me: *defensively* um, actually, no it's--
professor: how DARE they put a greek prefix on a latin root like that?! What right do they have to decimate my beautiful antiquated languages?!?! GREEK AND LATIN DO NOT FRATERNIZE THIS IS LIKE THAT STUPID ROMANTIC SUBPLOT BETWEEN THAT DWARF AND THAT ELF IN THE DESOLATION OF SMAUG NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!
me: ....
me: ....
me: ....
professor: it should be polyerosy
1 week ago on September 12th, 2014 |98,576 notes
Tagged as: #LOTR