hey can someone send me some recs for novel-length fics that are specific to my stringent tastes and are completed with an ending i approve of
when ur friends arent into yowapeda
I don’t need to see a picture of the sky, the trees, plants. There’s only one you.
I could Google image search ‘the sky’ and I would probably see beautiful images to knock my socks off. But I can’t google, you know ‘what does my friend look like today?’
For you to be able to take a picture of yourself that you feel good enough about to share with the world - I think that’s a great thing
|—||Ezra Koenig being the most adorable human being ever (via damnthosebands)|
hey it’s okay you can ship whatever you want, to each their own! *sees a ship i don’t like on my dash* wha tt the FUCK is this.. what the fuck
i think i’ve interrupted something
bioshock au where andrew ryan’s fav sport is b-ball instead of golf
"so…was a man sent to kill (feebly shoots a hoop) … or a slave?"
"How are your grades?"
"What are you majoring in?"
"Have you got a girlfriend?"
"What do you want to do when you graduate?"
My least favorite thing is straight men who come into lush and act like it’s a direct attack on their manhood coming up to me like “I’m in here for my girlfriend” ok thanks for confirming your heterosexuality everyone who likes soap is usually gay
messing around with brushes
(biking hell is real, i didn’t believe it before but now i see)