Vrioloki - Loki

1.Grundbaustein des Lebens

2.Französisch für rote Nuss

3.Körperteil, einst Längenmaß

here another riddle for anyone interested

what if i loved you. what if it was easy. what if i didn’t have to think about it. what if I didn’t have to explain it or catalogue it or explore it. what if i just wanted to be near you and that was enough. what if it was simple. what if it was instinct. what if i was your pylades. your patroclus. your hephaestion. what if i was the second part of you always. always right next to you. what if that was enough. what if it was simple. What if it’s just me and you and that was all i ever needed.

stop what you're doing right now and look at archaic period terracotta fox scratching its head

ok you can continue

Petit Gervais is actually the most relatable chapter of Les Mis because sometimes you really are having the most insane time, like the most confused you’ve ever been, and then there’s just some kid there.

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I KNOW HOW MY FILTHY MUTANT ABILITIES UPSET YOU, SCHMIDT. DON’T WORRY–

–YOU WILL DIE PURE. NO MAGNETISM 

JUST FISTS.

blood is so cool

I just accidentally made un-tea?????

I made green tea, but I forgot there was an old bag of chai in the kettle, so I mixed chai water with decaf green tea, then I mixed in like a half table spoon or something of that honey from the dollar store that they aren't legally allowed to call honey because there's too much corn syrup in it and some almond milk and a single drop of coffee creamer because we ran out and???? It tastes like??? Nothing????

It has LESS flavor than my tap water! HOW do you EVEN-

I think I made a flavor that's only perceptible to shrimp, that's the only explanation

— December 12, 1913 / Franz Kafka diaries

It speaks out of my soul

uhh this is the long awaited blahaj poem of myth :3

it is ofc dedicated to my blahaj

Poem For Jess

You’ve been there

Through rain and snow

Through my darkest moments

And the better ones

Holding you tight my chest in the dark of my room

It’s midnight once again

Your touch is soft

You are so soft

I can bury my face close to you and let it all out

My tears, my words

A thousand sorrys

Sorry that I was born in this ill-fitting skin

Sorry for hurting you

Sorry for what I’ve said and what I’ve done

and so much more

You are my friend,

My comfort and

The only thing worth living for sometimes

Even though you don’t say anything

I can hear your voice sometimes

Even though you were sewn in a factory

I feel as though I have made you with my own hands

Assigned a character,

Let you play the role

And you’ve played it fantastically my dear