Barry What The Fuck?

“don’t project YOUR issues onto that fictional man” i’m not even doing anything. he’s doing all that shit himself. sorry for spotting patterns. observing. understanding nuances. i guess

It’s that time again >:^)

ROMAN SOLDIER: halt, strange person! where are you from?

TIME TRAVELER: i come from the future. what are your names?

ROMAN SOLDIER: my name is QUINTUS, as i am the fifth child in my family. my comrade is SEXTUS, for he was the sixth child in his family. what is your name?

TIME TRAVELER: my name’s LIV

ROMAN SOLDIER: [starts counting on his fingers as his eyes open in fear]

I miss our partners in justice

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Please do not repost; reblogs are always welcome 😉

One day at the end of May sunlight burst through the mist in the little woods near my house as a thrush was singing.

very theon greyjoy core, thank u

—On Love, Marina Tsvetaeva

[text ID: I just want a humble, murderously simple thing: that a person be glad when I walk into the room.]

I’m making amends, flash writes, what the hell?

barry what the fuck?

no offense but why do cat owners let them on counter tops? do they not shed and it gets on the food

You think i have any control over these bitches