So, now I shall talk every night. To myself. To the moon. I shall walk, as I did tonight, jealous of my loneliness, in the blue-silver of the cold moon, shining brilliantly on the drifts of fresh-fallen snow, with the myriad sparkles. I talk to myself and look at the dark trees, blessedly neutral. So much easier than facing people, than having to look happy, invulnerable, clever.
Sylvia Plath (via rauchwolken)
communitytropes:

TV Trope: Person As Verb

Britta: We learned an important lesson tonight. We should never make the Britta of Britta-ing each other’s feelings.Pierce: You’re using it wrong!Jeff: Wow. You Britta’d Britta’d.Abed: Yeah, way to pull an Abed.Shirley: I don’t get it.Jeff: Shirley don’t Pierce.Pierce: I don’t get it.
(3.05 Horror Fiction In Seven Spooky Steps) 

communitytropes:

TV Trope: Person As Verb

Britta: We learned an important lesson tonight. We should never make the Britta of Britta-ing each other’s feelings.
Pierce: You’re using it wrong!
Jeff: Wow. You Britta’d Britta’d.
Abed: Yeah, way to pull an Abed.
Shirley: I don’t get it.
Jeff: Shirley don’t Pierce.
Pierce: I don’t get it.

(3.05 Horror Fiction In Seven Spooky Steps) 

spaced-0ut:

rad
me: *not religious*
me: oh my god
me: praise the lord
me: thank god
me: oh dear lord
me: jesus christ
me: good god
tainted-smile:

Posting my poetry again

tainted-smile:

Posting my poetry again