February 2012
2 tags
2 tags
5 tags
25 Days of Writing - Day 5
Day 5: Your character is getting ready in the morning. Write a scene of their morning (or even mid day) routine.
A typical day in the life of an adjusting Raven.
I open my eyes and find myself staring at the slanted wooden boards of Sable’s attic. It is incredibly warm, though I imagine that it is frigid outside. I can hear rain pounding on the roof above my head, and I am glad that I am...
3 tags
1 tag
wholmesianmisfit:
there’s a special place in hell for people who don’t close your door when they leave the room when your door was originally closed
3 tags
2 tags
Moffat's plan:
Moffat: I've got a plan.
Lackeys: Ok.
Moffat: Get an actor from Sherlock.
Lackeys: Ok. We follow.
Moffat: Then an actor from Harry Potter.
Lackeys: Ok.
Moffat: Put them in to Doctor Who.
Lackeys: Ok. Then what?
Moffat: Watch their tiny little brains explode.
4 tags
2 tags
3 tags
1 tag
6 tags
5 tags
How I imagine myself when I first start driving.
ohhbiancka:
timmmypang:
Relevant beyond words
6 tags
2 tags
3 tags
2 tags
4 tags
3 tags
3 tags
5 tags
1 tag
5 tags
2 tags
1 tag
1 tag
1 tag
1 tag
3 tags
1 tag
1 tag
1 tag
1 tag
3 tags
3 tags
4 tags
1 tag
2 tags
1 tag
1 tag
3 tags
captaincoolasfuck:
koffenbaum:
If An Adult Tells You High School Was The Best Years Of Their Life They Are Probably A Very Shallow And/Or Boring Person.
This applies to all my former-teachers and guidance counselors who loved High School so much they wanted it to be their life.
3 tags
4 tags
4 tags
I find no meaning in music.
I can see an artist’s meaning, what the singer puts into their songs. But music doesn’t touch me like it touches others. It doesn’t change me forever like it does with others.
And of course, the application essay for Honors English is about a song that “means something” to me.
Fuuuuuuuu.
2 tags
1 tag
