"It’s a story about some kids who are friends over the internet. They decide to play a game together. There are major consequences. Saying anything more about the plot here would probably be getting in too deep. It gets fairly complicated. One of the goals was to begin with extremely simple, mundane circumstances, and allow reader participation combined with some preplanned elements to grow the story quickly and spontaneously, into something much bigger, more dynamic, and more intricate as a natural result of this approach." (x)
hunting for the botay
Happy 4/13 Everyone!
life of an artist
In Kuroshitsuji, we don’t say “I love you,” we say “Yes, my lord,” which translates roughly to “you motherfucking punk your soul better be fucking worth all of the bullshit you make me do YOU CANT EVEN BUTTON YOUR OWN SHIRTS YOU USELESS PRICK” and I think that’s beautiful.
How does this not have more notes?
i dont know what my aesthetic is but im pretty sure it’s exactly this tweet
Okay yes you got me.
I did indeed start identifying as asexual because I’m on Tumblr.
And you know what.
If I wasn’t on Tumblr, if this website hadn’t taught me that wonderful little word, I would still be identifying as what I did before Tumblr.
Would you like me to tell you what that word was?
a superhero duo
one aromantic and the other asexual
Arrow and Ace
"Something queer’s afoot."
"Yeah, that’d be us."
Some followers suggested this to me.
The island known as the “island of madness”, “hell” and “the most haunted place on Earth” is being sold!
Here’s a quick, history behind it:
The plagued people were shipped off to Poveglia Island, a small, secluded land mass that floats between Venice and Lido. There, people lived out the last of their wretched lives together until they died.
Since the island already reeked of death, the next time an epidemic came along, barely alive bodies were dumped there and burned in mass graves.
In the 20s, a mental hospital was built to welcome the island’s newest “guests,” or anybody that showed symptoms of any sort of sickness, physical or mental.
Basically, if you had an itch, away you went to Poveglia where you’d sink your feet into the soil (half dirt, half human ash) and be in the company of over 100K diseased ghosts.
It didn’t help when the place was converted into a hospital for the mentally ill in 1922. Rumor has it, the hospital was home to a number of crude lobotomies, performed by a doctor who’d been driven mad by the ghosts. He later flung himself off the bell tower.
The Italian government is now offering a 99-year lease to whomever’s brave enough to take it over. The italian government thinks it would make a great hotel destination!
"Build a hotel" they said. "It will be fun" they said.
The start of a real life shining everyone
-you smell different when you’re awake
-please help me (then smile as if nothing happened)
-you have lovely skin, I can’t wait to wear it
-your hair tastes like strawberries
-he knows, don’t go home.
-I always knew you would die in my arms
-every time I poop I think of you
-no one will ever believe you
-I killed mufasa
-I bet you didn’t feel me lick your ear
-mother told me it would be like this