Piggy

I’m gonna propose “I guess you haven’t read the silmarillion then :/” as a default response to anyone not understanding a reference to something obscure. even if it’s not remotely Tolkien related. I want to build up a perception that perhaps the sum total of human knowledge is contained in the silmarillion

tumblr users love reading. you literally stopped for this post just because it has words in it

(voice of someone about to turn 30) it’s nice making friends. It’s nice to play together and have fun. It’s nice to hang out

when u accidentally click a link so u dont release the mouse and kind of slowly drag away from the link. threat avoided. citizens safe. for now.

Earth is effing amazing!

If you’re reading this, it’s too late. The positive vibes are already coming for you, get ready. You have no choice but to have a good day now.

Concept: It’s mid-October, Halloween is just around the corner and there’s a street festival in town. The cold breeze is laced with the scent of cinnamon and caramel with a hint of coffee. The ground is dusted with hay and bright leaves get caught in piles as they dance across the town hundreds at a time. You’re snuggled up in your sweater, scarf, boots, hat, and gloves as you stroll through looking at every vendor you pass. To keep warm you buy a cup of cider and sip lightly until it cools a bit more. There’s Jack-o-lanterns on every surface and scarecrows out in the fields. It’s sunny in the morning, but as they day goes on a storm rolls in and a grey overcast settles over the town. It’s perfect.

I got chills just from reading this.

for real, though, why do recipes consistently tell you to use less herbs and spices in than you should. fuck your “two cloves of garlic,” fuck your “half teaspoon of cinnamon,” and you can absolutely go to hell with your “dash of black pepper”

I’m pretty sure that the only time I’ve ever actually managed to overseason food was when working with balsamic vinegar, which is the most overpowering motherfucker of a sauce known to man

i appreciate the energy and anger in this post, which is righteous and just

you have to admit there are some joys in life that can only be felt due to hardship. a common example is steaming hot showers. it takes a cold day, or a sickness, for someone to experience the joy of a hot shower. you can’t enjoy it in the heat. then there’s the joy of a fulfilling sleep, often achieved through a tiring day. and there’s the joy of a reunion, achieved through separation. and there are many more examples. sometimes difficulty carries a special range of joys and that’s something to be thankful about.

This is so surreal it looks fake almost

I wonder if it keeps old white men up at night that the world is run by two black women

my fav linguistic trend is how younger ppl use “like” to signify paraphrasing and how older ppl dont get it. i’ll say something along the lines of “he was like, ‘fuck off!’” and any older person in the vicinity will be like “did he really say that??” no i was paraphrasing, hence the use of “like” instead of “said.” try to keep up, sandra

I just watched The Blob for the first time and not to spoil it but cold is the only way to stop it so they ship it to the arctic. And these old B movies get a lot of flack for not actually being scary but the last line of the film was that the blob can’t be killed but at least it’s stopped “so long as the arctic stays frozen” and lemme tell you that is THE most terrifying line a viewer in 2018 could hear.