I once gave a girl a bloody fake ear in a Tiffany jewelry box with a letter that said, “Will you Gogh to prom with me?” Yeah, I guess I’m romantic.
"Sometimes this really seems to shock people. They appear genuinely upset when I say ‘this conversation is over’ or ‘I’m actually not interested in debating this with you.’ There’s an expectation that if you care about social justice and political issues, you’re always ‘on.’ You’re always ready to debate, you’re always ready to have theoretical discussions about your own lived experiences and the issues you care about, you’re always ready to defend yourself. That’s manifestly ridiculous and unjust, an expectation that’s simply not reasonable."- Sometimes, I Just Don’t Have Time for Individual Fights | this ain’t livin’ (via albinwonderland)
CAECILIUS EST IN HORTO wildwhitenorth
i remember i took latin in high school and the first latin textbook had stories about the same family and characters and it talked about their lives and stuff so youd get attached to them and then in the final story mount vesuvius erupted and they all fucking died
CAECILIUS IS ALL UP IN THAT FUCKING HORTO
This sweater reminds me of the time @maggiekshaw almost named her rats Mustard and Mustard Mustard. #gpoy