Ada Limón, From “Salvage”, The Hurting Kind

someone recommend me some good fantasy books that aren’t centred on a war, please, my crops are dying

heyo! new uquiz :) how do strangers perceive you? there are six results, all positive & one lyric question (with a skip option). pls pls take it

by  Xision Wu

You will never hear dwarven folk metal. You will never hear elf prog rock. You will never see an orc do a drum solo. You will never see a gnome shredding on the keyboard. You will never see a goblin punk band. Despair eternally

Mowing through an entire box of pocky feeling like a pencil sharpener being fed whole pencils by a 3rd grader

— Christopher Bursk, Ovid at Fifteen

Buffy would you like to explain yourself here?

the human body is an engineering marvel. I sneeze in bright light. if I dont get enough sunlight on my skin I get tired and sad and have to drink a lot of milk to fix it. standing too much hurts, but sitting too much also hurts. if I get a virus, my body will increase its temperature in an attempt to cook it, which also cooks my brain cells. toenails exist. I have to turn the radio down to see better when I drive. there are 17 genes dictating what my hair texture is, but it completely changes when the air is too humid. yawning is contagious. there are more species of bacteria living in my body than there are species of birds in the entire world. every few months I grievously injure my neck by "sleeping on it weird." it took seven million years of human evolution to form me, and now I'm afraid of phone calls.

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Robert Icke, Oresteia (Act Three). went to the trouble of transcribing this for one of my silly little comic web weaving posts but u guys can see it on my main too i guess <3

ELECTRA: Dad. You used to sit right there.

AGAMEMNON: I did. Family meals. Your mother's custom. Still going.

ELECTRA: We're not the model family of the modern major general. But then we weren't that when you were here either.

It's strange that you aren't here.

AGAMEMNON: You'll get used to it.

ELECTRA: I haven't yet.

AGAMEMNON: You will.

ELECTRA: It feels like minutes. I know it's been longer than that.

AGAMEMNON: This is it now. This is doing things fatherless.

ELECTRA: I just thought that.

AGAMEMNON: Like father [like son].

ELECTRA: I sharpen my pencil fatherless. I pour a glass of wine fatherless. I don't drink it fatherless. I hear a song fatherless that I used to [like] --

I feel absolutely nothing at all.

I imagine a conversation with my father fatherless. The colour of it stains my head. It echoes. It stays with me. Whether or not any of the words were ever spoken, it's the realest thing that happens all day.