c'est pour cela que je suis née

#the staff of opening (doors armor skulls and more) (x)

when tumblr dies i'll live under your bed and you can say out loud what you would post and i will say LIKE or REBLOG it'll be just like we're still here

The reaction against fake news and misinformation went too hard in the other direction and now the populace are becoming utterly snopesbrained, unable to distinguish between an anecdotal source and a primary witness. The people think "I was there when it happened and I saw it happen with my eyes" is a less reliable source than an infotainment website.

Marie Curie's notebooks are crazy once you think about it. They're so radioactive they have to be sealed in a lead box. Imagine a world where atomic theory is forgotten and a dude just goes "yea there's a book that details the secrets of the universe, the machinations of the creation of existence down to its barest essentials, but if you get close to it you fucking die. The more you read it the more your body slowly disassembles into mush." like wat excuse me

just saw a "only one bed" fic with the major character death warning

#i guess that's one way to solve that problem

“This bed ain’t big enough for the both of us.”