March 2012
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chinthes:
im imagining now like ‘oyajis’ and ‘baras’ and ‘bishies’ being like species of animals that like travel in herds and shit and seeing like entries on them in zoology books and etymology being all like formal and im like pissing myself holy fuck
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ahhhh it’s a really good feeling when you’re writing like
dialouge for your story and you feel like you’re actually MAKING the story INTO SOMETHING???????? and you’re building your characters to through their interactions w/ other characters idk what Im getting at
but I’ve basically been doing that for the past week and IT’S LIKE WOW
WOW WRITING IS SO M UCH...
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wow tumblr thanks for notifying me about some iphone giveaway in my messages and not give me a notif that my friend sent me a message to get on msn like several hours ago wow fuck
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ain't safe for work, nope.
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beatonna:
Last night I was emailed some porn that someone drew of me because I said a thing on the internet that they disagreed with. Because, there you go, ‘justice.’ When stuff like that comes your way you don’t usually say anything because who gives a fuck, but oh well, let’s do it anyway. So, I’ve seen that shit before because I’ve been on the internet for 100 years, but...
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animedads:
VINCENT VAN GOKU
butt-tundra:
TORIKOS SO CUTE WOW…………..HAPPY BARA THAT PUNCHES THINGS AND EATS A LOT AND TURNS ALL MONSTERY SOMETIMES AND LIVES IN A HOUSE MADE OF CANDY………………ARE YOU KIDDING ME……..IM SO DOKI
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“One time in elementary school a guy put a marshmallow up his nose and shot it up...”
– Sarah (via venusaur
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sebec:
Nanjo stared deep into Mark’s eyes, maybe deeper than Mark wanted him to go. Such intensity. It was like he was looking directly into his innermost soul. What did he see there, he wondered. Mark’s heart leapt up in his chest, hands clenching in nervousness.
“Masao…” his classmate began, finally. He was flattered at the way he used his real name, so casually. Color rushed up into his...