|me:||i'm gonna live my life to the fullest!|
|me:||watches 17 episodes of a tv series in a row|
it’s a shame the original caption for this is gone bc it was a really nice story. An author decided he wanted his 2000-ish word essay tattooed onto people, but only one word per person, if someone was to die, the story would be gone.
It’s kind of amazing to think, imagine being that author and having a story that could never be read, yet it could be anywhere in the world. idk man I just think it’s pretty incredible.
"Shelley Jackson’s Skin project, a 2095-word story published exclusively in tattoos, one word each on as many willing volunteers, so it can never be read in its proper order, but just exists, pulsing, out in the world at all times."
Last year Lizzie really messed up with Lydia’s bday gift. Do you think she got it right this year?
I think she took time off from Darcy and her company and took Lydia to see Jane in New York. And tonight they’ll go to all the clubs Lydia drags them to and actually have a really good time. No swimmers, just sisters.
Of course, the next morning they’ll remember they totally forgot about Mary, but that’s another story.
On the plane ride home, Lydia will tell her what a great time she had, and it’s okay that she didn’t get her any gift, the trip was amazing and better than anything she could have hoped for. Then Lizzie will slide a present out of her carry-on, not as well wrapped this time, because she did it herself, but of a familiar shape. She’ll hand it to Lydia, and Lydia will look hesitant, but Lizzie will insist, a small smile, quietly self-assured. When Lydia unwraps her gift, she’ll find a copy of The Wonderful Wizard of Oz. Old, well-read, and with the name “Lizzie Bennet” scrawled in crayon on the inside. I know it isn’t the movie, Lizzie will say, but I think you’ll like it all the same. And Lydia will smile back at her, because she knows she will too.
"I was born in China, but grew up in New Zealand."
“City New Zealand or hobbit New Zealand?”
“… hobbit New Zealand.”
Baked some iPhone cookies to trick cops into pulling me over, then I just take a bite and ask if cookies are against the law.
Loophole found. Button pushed.
BUTTON PRESSING INTENSIFIES
*breaks finger from pressing the button so many times*
This little scene broke my heart. The girl who believed in nargles, in wrackspurts and blibbering humdingers, has become the girl who believed no more.
i tHINK IM GOING TO START CRYING NW
See, the thing that nobody understands, is that Luna believed in things that had proof. She’s a Ravenclaw, a genius, an expert in the unseen but proven. I mean, if she’d started talking about Thestrals before Harry had been able to see them, saying that there was an invisible winged horse pulling the carriages that only people that had witnessed death could see? You’d have thought THAT was crazy, too.
Luna knows Nargles and Wrackspurts are out there. As far as she knows, there’s proof of it.
But seashells hanging in a door? Those don’t do anything, nothing but give you a false sense of security.
It’s not that Luna doesn’t believe. It’s that now, as always, she’s frank and straightforward. Seashells can’t keep the evil at bay. Nothing can.
Thank you. She is not a naive little kid who believes everything you tell her. She just knows some things we don’t. Because she looks harder.