Who cares what evil lurks in the hearts of men?

can't believe the only options are 30 minutes early or 10 minutes late. if only there were some other way. but what can you do

it’s a beautiful day to check out a book from the library

its a beautiful day to return a book to the library unread after it auto renews 3 times

The library says thank you for boosting our circulation stats and the book will still be here later if you want it another time <3

cds 💿 are so cool its literally a cirlcle 🔵 that has music 🎶 in its heart......

nosferatu? no. tuferatu. no es mi problema.

no mi circo no mis feratus

My advice to you if you’re a singer that’s going on T is to keep singing through the voice cracks. You might sound bad for a year or two I won’t lie to you but if you don’t stop singing it’ll even out eventually and you’ll learn how to use your new instrument.

Some guys avoid going on T because they think it’ll ruin their singing voice forever and it doesn’t okay I promise. The thing that makes people’s voices worse is that they give up during the awkward transition phase when it sounds bad and get way out of practice.

Boys let me tell you. When you finally figure out how to properly hit the deep notes. It’s like crack.

Do people know about public libraries. Do people know how much stuff is there

unrestrained summer fun

Teor getting pummeled by 5 skeletons at the same time giving me flashback to Grizzop rqg

(nods sagely) (nods basily) (nods rosemarily) (nods saltly) (nods star anisely)

the thing about fiber art that nobody tells you about is that every single kind of fiber art is a gateway drug to other kinds of fiber art.

Darcy’s introduction in Pride and Prejudice is really ‘what if you had just had the worst month of your life because your ex-bestie tried to lover boy scam your baby sister out of her share of your dad’s life insurance and your friend dragged you to a shitty party in a dive bar in the neighbourhood where he’d just signed a short term lease, and you decided to let your bad mood show because you were never going to see any of the assholes in this stupid shitty bar EVER again. And your friend ended up making out with a girl he’d just met there while you were stuck talking to her sister who was less cute and then her mother appeared and started trying to matchmake and started saying how if she was twenty years younger she’d clime you like a redwood and ooooh is that a black Amex, guess the next round is on you hahhahahahaha, while her other sister (how many fucking sisters does she have?!) flashed an obviously fake ID at the bar and ordered six vodka-diet red bulls and no one in her family except the less-cute sister even tried to stop her. And you went home and consoled yourself that you would never see any of these people again but then you met them over and over again because they live next door and your friend and the cute sister keep meeting up to make out but not actually date and then. You fall in love with the less-cute sister because it turns out she’s really witty and charismatic but she already knows and remembers and resents the fact that on a day when you were in a shitty mood you called her mid out loud in a dive bar.’