Carrying On

this feels like a good day to bring this back

was at the aquarium with my friends and one of them pointed out a neat looking fish. and it immediately looked familiar to me, so i was like “wait wait wait guys hang on wait let me google something for you” and desperately fought with the shitty wifi for a full minute to pull up a picture of an eastern eyed click beetle. and felt like that one spider man shirt post.

My name was Mitya Ivanovich of Ryazan. I was nine winters old when I died. In 1353 winter came early. The boyars took our grain, the wolves took our goats, and hunger took our minds. One night, I was sent to fetch water from the well. I leaned too far and saw my reflection tremble. Then the rope snapped. The well was bottomless, or so they said. They found my boots days later, frozen solid and standing upright like a man still waiting for spring. If you read this far, it’s too late to pretend you didn’t. You have until the next cockcrow to send this message to 10 villagers or one tax collector. A boyar’s son once received this message carved on birch bark. He laughed, said peasants have no ghosts, and burned it in his hearth. That night, his estate flooded with boiling kvass. A widow in Novgorod copied this tale and sent it to 12 others. The next morning, her cow gave birth to triplets. All healthy. She named them Mitya, Mitya, and Mitya. I still look over their bloodline. Send this to 10 people if you don't want to end up like the boyar's son. Your time starts now

meet me under the pier we are going beast mode

[ID: an oil painting depicting a door & windows in a house. The door has a glass window installed in its upper part, and is left partly open. Next to the door is the window, which is mostly hidden by a yellow floral print curtain. The curtain is also drawn behind the open door. Outside, the sky is mostly dark. Trees are visible along with a solid fence. End ID.]

it’s 2014 it’s time we moved on as a nation and stop reblogging this

every person who reblogs this in 2015 is gonna get their ass kicked by yours truly

idont remmeber what the rest of the post was going to say. use your impregnation i dont care

you get what i mean.

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"We need more messy mental illness rep" you people couldn't even handle Jax Digitalcircus. You people couldn't even handle Steven Quartz Cutie-pie DeMayo Diamond Universe.

I need a fic of Steven and Leeroy meeting in group therapy and becoming besties, actually.

Steven could’ve fixed Jax and Pomni could’ve fixed Steven, I said what I said.