Crazy That God Needs A TeacHer For Something Such As Language. Being Older Than Time Itself (not To Mention

Someone remind me to learn this lol

tsevhu

Tsevhu [tsɛˈβu] n. constructed art-language made by u/koallary centered around the basis of a free-order volition controlled grammar system and a hidden, non-linear writing system created using koi fish and ripples.

"When I stood in the kitchen last June, I was looking at all the pictures of you on the walls, the evidence that you existed in a space I was standing in. And then you walked into the house -- lord I wanted to cry. Somehow all I managed to do, was put on a dopey grin and wave."

I had my chance, I missed them, or blatantly turned away; every single one. I had many chances. Now, this grief is entirely on me. I'll spare you of any final apology. I'm sorry. Goodbye. I hope you'll turn out to be well, whatever might the situation be.

I stole this from myself, lol. R.I.P. to this Deetzy when she wrote that.

( ; ´ᴗ ‿ ᴗ`)

a while back I had a dream that people would put their otp (gay) underwater, like on a jpeg, and put text on it saying "the writers might have made you straight but the fish know" and it was so vivid I made my own, it was this one specifically in my dream:

Hi my name is Elvis Las Vegas Jailhouse Hounddog Presley and I have short ebony black hair (that's how I got my name) and soft brown eyes like lovely soil and a lot of people tell me I look like Austin Butler (AN: if u don't know who she is get da hell out of here!). I'm not related to Gerard Way but I wish I was because he's a major fucking hottie. I'm a musician but my tassles are straight and golf. I have pale white skin. I'm also a wizard, and I go to a magic school called The King's School of Impersonation in Vegas where I'm in the seventh year (I'm ninety). I'm a rocker (in case you couldn't tell) and I wear mostly gold. I love Las Vegas and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a white jacket with gold tastles around it and slutty shiny boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside Vegas. It was sunny and not raining so there was a lot of sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

Bro mad he didn't get a cupcake.

Who tf are you? Imposter

I'm you, but better.

Someone keep my rear accountable and tell me to just read this damn book already lol

I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.

— Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

Life is too short to keep it professional in the workplace, amp up that Workplace Whimsy folks!

There's certainly nothing like playing the harmonica at work because my boss sucks at managing a business and I'm basically being paid to do exactly that. :D

And read fanfic, apparently. The things I've been able to do at work because this place absolutely sucks, has been astronomical.