always an angel, never a god

do u ever just cry over the leitmotifs in the Harry Potter films because I do

sometimes I wish I lived somewhere where it snowed more because I love snow but then I remember I could never leave Western Washington unless my job (or my theoretical wife’s job) required it

guys…. I love the Articles of Confederation…… so much

headache? not in the mood to partake in any of your hobbies because of the headache? consider simply staring at the Make Headache Worse rectangle!

kind of weird how parts of your soul are left in various locations without any warning… like yes i’m always at the top of that hill, sitting at the bus stop, in the cool light of the Japanese restaurant, standing at the pier etc etc

henry kissinger is dead dick cheney is dead and me i feel pretty good

Girl who cares so much it makes her sick: whatever I don’t even care

Because of its explosive nature, not all applications of nitrocellulose were successful. In 1869, with elephants having been poached to near extinction, the billiards industry offered a US$10,000 prize to whoever came up with the best replacement for ivory billiard balls. John Wesley Hyatt created the winning replacement, which he created with a new material he invented, called camphored nitrocellulose—the first thermoplastic, better known as celluloid. The invention enjoyed a brief popularity, but the Hyatt balls were extremely flammable, and sometimes portions of the outer shell would explode upon impact. An owner of a billiard saloon in Colorado wrote to Hyatt about the explosive tendencies, saying that he did not mind very much personally but for the fact that every man in his saloon immediately pulled a gun at the sound.

why the hell has this never come up in a cowboy movie

how am i meant to show my love when i peel an orange but need a shovel to give you a slice

The problem with commercial F/M romance is that it's written by the most heterosexual women alive and reading it you feel yourself slowly suffocating from the Gender of it all like a fish in a eutrophying lake. And what we actually need as a culture is F/M written by insane bisexuals violently allergic to heteronormativity

Thinking about him (the soldier in Poynter’s Faithful Until Death painting watching an apocalypse unfold around him with horror in his eyes as he tries to keep himself standing beneath a doorway, based on an actual 19th century archeological find of a man in full soldier’s garb under a doorway at Pompeii)