And on the subject of burning books: I want to congratulate librarians, not famous for their physical strength or their powerful political connections or their great wealth, who, all over this country, have staunchly resisted anti-democratic bullies who have tried to remove certain books from their shelves, and have refused to reveal to thought police the names of persons who have checked out those titles.
So the America I loved still exists, if not in the White House or the Supreme Court or the Senate or the House of Representatives or the media. The America I love still exists at the front desks of our public libraries.
I don’t know, Vonnegut’s been helping me recently, and so I wanted to put this out there for all the lovely librarians I know and love. Especially Meg.
Because I don’t even care, because today fucking sucked, because the only thing that could make me minutely better right now is Dylan and a puppy, because even that isn’t working the way it usually does, so shut up, okay? 2013, I’ve had ENOUGH.
The most accurate description of married life in gif form EVER.
because there is a painting at my parent’s house that haunted me for years. and i bet everyone has one.
It’s the ugliest painting Stiles has ever seen in his entire life. And he once had to pretend to appreciate Scott’s acrylic nightmare that was supposed to be Stiles’ face, and in actuality looked more like a beige blob with an offensively turned up nose. Stiles’ nose is not that bad. He has it on record that Derek thinks it’s cute. Derek was horrifically drunk, and mumbled it into Stiles’ shoulder before passing out; but it’s still been said. His nose is awesome, ok?
But, this. This painting is just… awful. It’s of some old woman posing in a high back chair. And perhaps from a distance you’d think, oh cool, Whistler style. Stiles can appreciate fine art. He’s learnt the proper words. Derek practically has an artgasm every time Stiles uses one of them correctly. It’s come in handy on a couple of occasions.
Then you get up close. And it’s like her eyes are watching you. Anywhere he moves in the room, they follow him. They judge him. He knows she’s gonna claw herself out of that frame and maul him while he sleeps, Derek oblivious beside him as he drowns in his own blood at the hands of the banshee. Her fucking eyes.
There was this, like, basket sculpture in my room at Granny and Pop’s. When all the lights were off and it was just light from the street, there was this shadow DIRECTLY OVER MY BED, and it looked EXACTLY like a howling wolf. There were a lot of things I was scared of in that house, not the least of which was my sister and my cousin making the Chicken Lady noise in the hall, but nothing, NOTHING could touch that damn wolf.
I know people do this. I know people lose loved ones every day and keep going, push through it, and I’ve even been one of those people before. But this is so different; it feels like someone cut off my damn arm and maybe I am lucky that I got six weeks before it really, really hit me. I don’t know. I always thought there would be more time; I was absolutely convinced that one day he’d get well. So here’s my advice to all of you, I guess; there is never more time. There’s today, and that’s the most important thing, the only thing really, so do me a favor and make sure the people you love know it.
literally the best buffy tribute video i have ever seen (if you don’t want to watch buffy after seeing this you need to have a time out)
IF THIS VIDEO DOESN’T CONVINCE YOU TO GO WATCH THIS SHOW IMMEDIATELY THEN YOU LACK A SOUL.
Dear god that was amazing.
OK, yeah, this is pretty awesome.
Time for a rewatch.
(whispers) its a-ok to rely on fictional characters to get you through your life bc life is hard ok if it makes you happy stick w/ it and anybody who says otherwise can go fuck themselves (pets u gentlee)
I call for a show of hands.
Reblog if you’ve ever gotten emotional support from a fictional character.
Cause I know I have.
So much SHIT has happened this year and I’m doing okay cause at least my girlfriend didn’t burn down my house with my family inside.