So this is really hard for me to say and even harder to do, but presently I’m setting up to take an indefinite break from tumblr. I’m trying really hard to put myself in an environment where I can do what I want to do and be who I want to be and right now I don’t think tumblr is conducive to that. This is so hard for me, again, because I love so many of you and tumblr does have some great bits to it but right now the bad outweighs that for me. However, I really really don’t want to lose contact with you guys. So if we talk regularly, if we’re in a mutual follow, or especially if you’re one of the mutual follows on my excellent people list, please please if you are comfortable with it message me so we can exchange off-tumblr information! I’ve got skype and email and facebook and blah blah whatever all the standard stuff but it breaks my heart to think of not talking to some of you for a long time or even again, so please. <3 I’m going to miss you all! Thank you for giving me a great few years. I’ll be tying up a few loose ends for a few days and checking my messages and such but this will probably be my last post before the indefinite/possibly permanent/if i come back it’ll probably be a remake break.
I love you all. Best wishes. Again, please feel free to ask for my contact information in any wise.
—Brin <3 <3 <3
September 22: Happy Birthday, Bilbo Baggins!This hobbit was a very well-to-do hobbit, and his name was Baggins. The Bagginses had lived in the neighbourhood of The Hill for time out of mind, and people considered them very respectable, not only because most of them were rich, but also because they never had any adventures or did anything unexpected: you could tell what a Baggins would say on any question without the bother of asking him. This is a story of how a Baggins had an adventure, and found himself doing and saying things altogether unexpected. He may have lost the neighbours’ respect, but he gained — well, you will see whether he gained anything in the end.
F R I C K IN AMERICANS WHY IS IT A THING THAT DESPITE CENTURIES OF EVIDENCE POINTING TO THE CONTRARY AMERICAN TEENAGERS ARE SO FREQUENTLY CONVINCED THAT AMERICANS ARE THE ONLY PEOPLE CAPABLE OF EVEN A MODICUM OF INTELLIGENCE
You are walking in the hospital towards the hematology lab to get your blood drawn. As you walk in you see something strange—the sign now says nematology. Weird. The h must have worn down. You go up to the front desk and ask if you can check in for your blood draw. “I’m sorry, you’ve got the wrong place.” What? Surely not, this is hematology. “No, this is nematology, the study of nematodes. You do not appear to be a nematode, so we cannot help you.” Can’t you still do a blood draw? No, the receptionist informs you, nematodes do not have blood. Has the department been moved elsewhere? No, hematology has just been permanently removed in favor of nematology. Have a good day, she says pleasantly.
You go on google to find the nearest hematology lab but something has changed. There is no longer any record of the practice. Blood, google says? What is that? There is only nematology, the study of nematodes. You look around with wide eyes. Before you everyone has transformed into wriggling flatworms. There are colors everywhere and it is beautiful. You look down at your hand. You do not have a hand because nematodes do not have hands. You are a nematode. You have always been a nematode. You flagellate away and think no more on it because the nerve ring that approximates your brain is not capable of existential reflection. In fact what are words? There are no words. wriggle wriggle wriggle
wow! i! am! Pissed! off! tonight!!!!!!! wOw!
ventures out into mainstream internet to find opinions about race, feminism, and gender identity
immediately runs back into cocoon and rocks back and forth whispering ‘surely they were joking, people can’t be that naive and ignorant and rude’
This man is gonna get divorced because of VIne.
AND YOU KNOW WHAT WHILE IM COMPLAINING
GET YOUR FRICKIN ACT TOGETHER DATING SIM CHARACTERS YALL ARE SO FRICKIN DENSE
IM PISSED OFF BC WHENEVER I READ RIDICULOUS LOVEY DOVEY THINGS I GET ALL FLUTTERY IN MY HEART AND WANT TO BE IN LOVE OR W/E AND IT IS LIKE HOLY CRAP THAT IS NOT EVEN CLOSE TO BEING A THING GET OFF MY FRICKIN BACK IM JUST TRYING TO ENJOY CRAPPY OTOME GAMES NOT HAVE FEELINGS AND HEART PALPITATIONS
tip for Romance: when your partner is dozing off next to you get up really close to their ear and in your best death metal screamo voice say ‘i wanna be a starship ranger’. guaranteed love success
im sorry im so sorry this is awful of me but
HOLY CRAP ROOMMAT E YOUR BOYFRIEND PRACTICALLY LIVES HERE PLEASE EITHER JUST GET MARRIED OR MAYBE FIND SOME OTHER PLACE TO DATE ONCE IN A WHILE, PERHAPS A PLACE THAT IS NOT THE PLACE WHERE I GET FOOD. OR AT THE VERY FRICKIN LEAST WHEN I FINALLY WORK UP THE COURAGE TO EAT IN MY OWN FRICKIN HOME DONT LOOK AT ME LIKE YOU WANT ME TO LEAVE BC IM GETTING IN THE WAY I JUST WANT TO BE ABLE TO EAT THREE REGULAR MEALS A DAY THAT IS ALL
I’m not even sorry. Not even the slightest
Spock + Authority Figures: A (Non-Exhaustive) Compilation of Sass.
i have no words