the horny librarian™️

depressed at 11 was crazy i should have become a child prodigy

he flatten

@matzahball

For a second I didn’t realize it meant “high” as in a stoner–I thought “High Geologist” was like a rank of geologist or something and he was insulted you would challenge him to naming stones

great poast every one👍

Can’t believe he’s ace

the high geologist has ascended

every time i see this post it gets…. better? but also weirder.

I always gotta reblog the High Geologist once in a while.

I love this too much.

Reblog to get to look at a cool rock from the High Geologist

This is all part of The Tumblr Experience

IT IS HE THE HIGH GEOLOGIST APPEARING ON YOUR DASH YET AGAIN

I support a woman's right to wear a thin white tank top and no bra while picking up her pizza from little caesars

Dude. Dude. Dude. What is spike in after life. Man has never been so pookie. Comes home looking for Dawn. Worried sick about her. Sees Buffy. Looks at her with pure wonder. Oh so gently takes her hands in his. Tells her she's not alone, he clawed his way out of his coffin too. He knows exactly many days its been since she died. He's quiet and gentle and when the scoobies come he clears out. Xander and Anya see him outside. He's crying. He wipes away the tears quickly. He knows they didn't tell him because even if she came back wrong he'd never let anything happen to her again. He has a motorcycle now. Then we see him at home. He punches the wall, now his knuckles are bloody too. They match hers. Buffy comes to see him. She's still off, still quiet. He tells her he tried. He blames himself. He thinks about all the things he could've done different every day all the time. He'd rather it was him who died. He's protected Dawn every day since. Buffy sees him an its daylight, hunkered in the shade. He was giving her space to be with her friends. She came out here to be alone, but she can be alone with him here. He calls her Slayer again. He hasn't done that in so long. He tells her if there's anything she needs, he's there. She confesses to him she was happy when she was dead. He listens. She tells him she was so content and peaceful and whole. She hasn't told anyone else that. That her friends tore her away from paradise. She trusts him with that secret. No one can ever know, but she tells him. I want what they have.

yesterday? blorbo stuff. today? blorbo stuff. tomorrow? you'll never guess

the torment nexus

nice pair of characters who trust each other more than anyone else in the whole entire world it would sure be a shame if one of them betrayed that trust for the sake of trying to keep the other alive. it would sure be a shame to love someone so much you destroy them

“i need you to live even if it means you never forgive me for this” is an emotion

They're older than Florida. The Floridian peninsula is the solidified runoff of the Appalachians that got caught on some coral. It's why we're like this, I think. You don't stand a chance of being normal when you were created by the shed skin of an elder god draping itself over a hollow skeleton. You're always going to be a little Off.

They used to be as tall as the Himalayas.

Okay but are they older or younger than sharks?

makes sense when you know that life is old there, older than the trees, younger than the mountains....