Well That Would Definitely Explain All Of The Ways You've Plotted On How To Potentially Kill Someone

if anyone near putin wants to be really funny for the ides of march... just saying

don't know what yall are talking about this new years resolution stuff is easy

Imagine if Merlin just decided to quit being Arthur’s servant one day.

Arthur would just lose it and spend every waking moment figuring out ways to spend time with Merlin and get him to take his job back.

Of course he starts by offering Merlin a raise, but Merlin can’t be bought.

So, he decides to fake an interest in medicinal herbs just so he can go into the forest and hike for hours with Merlin.

He tries every old wives tale to catch a cold and when he finally does, he insists upon being treated in the physician’s chambers. For days he is laid up on a crappy cot but Merlin is always there. Arthur loves being cared for by Merlin and eventually Gaius catches on and kicks him out. “There are actual sick people, m’lord.”

Arthur tries to bribe Merlin with new clothes and fancy foods. Merlin doesn’t budge and people begin to think he’s courting Merlin.

Which doesn’t sound all too horrible to Arthur. He changes his goal and begins inviting Merlin to picnics and to dine his chambers, not as his servant but as a friend and potential suitor.

I've always been opposed to marking up books; writing in them, folding pages, making notes. It's the permanency I think, the same way I'm afraid to put a sticker somewhere because then it's stuck there forever.

But I also have a lot of books. And how boring will it be for my children and grandchildren to pack them up when I'm gone, boxes and boxes of impersonal books identical to a brand new copy from amazon? They won't be heirlooms, nobody will feel connected to me through them.

I'm challenging myself to leave my mark in all of them this summer. Take notes in the margins. Leave messages for future readers. Doodle illustrations. Leave something behind to be found.

Me: we've been trying to contact you about your car's extended warranty :)

It's the 5th of September and sweater weather has yet to arrive

Kinda rude that it’s the 3rd of September and the weather hasn’t immediately chilled down but whatever

it can be therapeutic to admit "actually my childhood was deeply fucking awful." not "my parents tried" or "there were good times too" or "I was lucky in certain ways" but solely to acknowledge "I went though some fucking messed up shit what the fuck was that about "