Shouting in My Car That's Stalled Outside

hey don't cry. on december 3, 1926, agatha christie went missing for eleven days and because the uk police didn't know what to do they recruited sir arthur conan doyle, creator of master detective sherlock holmes, but all he did was conduct a séance to try and contact her distressed spirit

Her “disappearance” was also greatly exaggerated, she was under a lot of stress from the public and had just caught her first husband cheating on her, so she fucked off to a spa treatment hotel and checked in with a fake name as a “patient” claiming to not remember anything about her past. She kept up the illusion of mystery for most of her life, claiming to not know anything about what happened during that time, but in her twilight years she alluded to the fact that “of course I just ran away for a bit, wouldn’t you want to do the same?”

[ID: A Naruto Shippuden photoset. Naruto looks despondent as he says, “I had a dream about Sasuke.” Yamato looks extremely unimpressed. End ID]

I’m reblogging this again because the absolute joy in this video is something I haven’t seen in such a long time that I’d forgotten this aspect of humanity.

This is gonna be the phone in bed that saves me

just found out you can do more than one thing each day. i was just doing the one

not enough secret gardens and hidden passageways and bookshelves that open to a mysterious library these days. get working on that girls.

on it boss

trapped in the catacombs boss

employment cannot rob my fertile mind of its vivid yaoi scenarios

you've met me at a very wild animal caught in a bear trap gnawing off its own leg time in my life