20 4 / 2014
"Why do they always teach us that it’s easy and evil to do what we want and that we need discipline to restrain ourselves? It’s the hardest thing in the world—to do what we want. And it takes the greatest kind of courage. I mean, what we really want."
16 4 / 2014
Suddenly, there is a great rumbling.
Over hill, over dale, through forest, through fog, they come. Some walk. Some fly. Some crawl. Some simply move deep within the bowels of the earth. They are massive in number, terrifying in their fury. They blot out the sun from the grass below. They nearly shake the earth from orbit with their rage.
They are the English majors.
They give a fuck about an Oxford comma.
14 4 / 2014
I knew it was coming, I sensed it, and I’m pretty sure I read it in a spoiler somewhere long ago…But I was still in shock. I couldn’t believe it. And just like Pudge, I wanted to believe it was just another practical joke. I kept reading to see if it was. If it was all just a cruel joke. But no. It wasn’t. I feel as if I have lost a friend. fishingboatproceeds you are a wonderful evil genious whose stories I love/hate.