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I'm Grace/Gee I'm 18 and from Wales.
I really like the perks of being a wallflower, old things, Doctor who, Sherlock, and animals. I am also a massive sociology nerd so there might be some of that.
A friend once described me as a microwaveable vegetarian lasagne.
First of all, introduce yourself. Write your name on a piece of paper, light a candle, and burn said. Greet your home whenever you enter, you never know who will be listening.
The loudest ghost stories involve objects moving and sensations and sounds and all manner of things. Lovely, but most certainly not the complete story.
The quietest ghost stories are never told.
Stories of found keys, or suddenly remembered appointments, or food tasting better than it ought. Of cool breezes, feeling especially pleasant, on too hot days. Of warm drinks, especially comforting, on too cold days.
Smile in the mirror when you pass it.
The quietest ghost stories involve milk remaining proper a day or two longer the “best by” date, of fruit being a bit sweeter, of rain drops making a particularly pleasant cadence against the windows.
Knock gently upon the walls as you walk from one room to another. Not always, but sometimes, when you need a hug and an affectionate touch.
The quietest ghost stories are suddenly remembering a line from your favorite book, or a quote from your favorite movie. Sneezes going unsneezed, phones charging a bit faster, a bed feeling particularly comfortable as if unseen hands tightened up the sheets and fluffed the pillows.
Calm your fears of living in an unhaunted home and quietly appreciate the range of flavors the eldritch world presents. Your surprises will be pleasant.
I took my girlfriend to an improv show the other night and during intermission we were passionately arguing over whether half a 5 Hour Energy shot would give you 2.5 hours of energy or 5 hours of half-assed energy so we turned around to ask the opinions of the three people behind us and one of them said “Are all your arguments like this because we heard you in the lobby earlier fighting over the right way to pronounce ‘egg’?”
ANIMATION TEST. Six seconds of octopus (photoshop)
i wonder how long that took to make?
About 3 hours
it’s so pRETTY
Biddy is a 2-year old male African Pygmy hedgehog who goes on amazing adventures with the help of his people parents Thomas and Toni. He goes all over the place and if you want to see more of him and his travels check out his Instagram!
Whenever you feel awkward talking to people, remember Zuko wanting to join the gaang.
planning my funeral
i just went into the tentacles tag because i wanted to see cute tentacles and let me tell you that was not a well thought out plan
a lot of fedora-type dudes don’t actually wear fedoras, you just know them from the way they are. it’s like a personality fedora. an internal fedora
It’s their fedaura.
A handy guide to some of the terrible things the Mail has printed since 1924.
This barely scratches the surface, though, I find it hard to believe they didn’t do anything terrible between 1956 and 1984.
what if the files on Mary’s memory stick was just the all the Maltesers adverts
"Everything about who I was is on there"
Common Myths About Bisexuality from the lovely personal memoir in a web comic format “Jesus Loves Lesbians, Too” by bi blogger & author Maria Burnham (writer/memoirist) and Maggie Siegel-Berele (comic artist).
Remember Bisexuals are just people who can ♥ people of SAME/SIMILAR Gender as themselves + can ♥ people of DIFFERENT Genders/Gender Presentations from themselves.
All the rest of it about must be Exactly 50%/50%; can’t be/can’t ♥ trans/genderqueer people; the 3 C’s: Confused; Closeted + sex-Crazed; must always be poly + can’t be monogamous; yadda, yadda, yada, are just hooey + nonsense made up by haters and fools.
I usually don’t reblog stuff like this because this is my art blog but this hit close to home and reminded me of so many conversations that made me feel like garbage.
It always makes me see red when I see lesbians (and gay men) treating bisexuals this way. I don’t think I can even type too much more without quickly reaching a point where I just smash my head into the keyboard.
i need feminism because when jesus does a magic trick it’s a goddamn miracle but when a woman does a magic trick she gets burned at the stake
i mean they did also kill jesus. that was a pretty significant thing that happened. like i understand where you’re coming from here but they very much did kill jesus.