”you’ll agree with me when you’re older”
Fun fact: I actually agree with my parents less now than I did when I was a kid.
This has gone completely other way around with my mother. She has started agreeing with me!
omg can just I express how much I HATE these posts?
- Reblogging this post won’t change the fact that 17 teens commit suicide every day.
- Not reblogging doesn’t mean you’re heartless, it just means you know this post is meaningless and don’t want to bother with it.
- Guilt trip posts are the worst posts on Tumblr.
- It degenerates into an endless circlejerk of “I CARE!!!” and becomes more of a trend than anything else (this post has over 600,000 notes)
Posts like these are everywhere (reblog if you hate cancer, reblog if you aren’t homophobic, blah blah blah). They’re so stupid and pointless. Of course anyone who isn’t a sociopath cares!
I’m not trying to guilt the people who do reblog these, but for the love of all things good and holy, don’t try to shame people into reblogging a silly little post that won’t actually change anything (“REBLOG IF U HAVE A HEART,” “IF YOU DON’T REBLOG THIS THAN UNFOLLOW ME RIGHT NOW,” “ONLY A MONSTER WOULDN’T REBLOG THIS”).
This needs more notes
Tumblr is getting as bad as Facebook with this problem.
this needs to be featured on everywhere
My advice for making friends? Don’t. People are shit, and letting them close only gives them an opening to hurt you.
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Have a transparent Tardis Materializing on your blog.
So, me, my fiance and couple of friends began to play Guns of Icarus. Here’s my character. ^^
Planning to do some changes to the picture though, as soon as I can be arsed.
I NEED to watch the seasons again. <3
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So I’m reading Lolita for the first time (the cover above was released via Penguin Essentials) and I’m struggling with the resulting feelings. The language is beautiful and cunning and sensuous (not just in a sexual way, but also in the way that I feel like I’m vividly experiencing the scenes with H.H.) but the subject matter is disturbing.
I feel incredibly conflicted about it - this is how I know that its good literature.
I think that Nabokov must have been very brave to publish something like this but also aware that it is so amazingly good that it deserves to be read. An Amazon reviewer said it best:
“The narrator, Humbert Humbert, is a fascinating construction. As readers, we find ourselves simultaneously repelled by his actions and sympathetic to his yearning. We are utterly charmed by his wit, intelligence and verbal acrobatics, sometimes to the point where we lose sight of what he’s doing to his object of desire, Lolita. Nabokov has created a connundrum for us as readers. He uses the most glorious tricks and delights of the English language to tell his tale of self-deception and rationalization masquerading as “love”. Look beyond the circus to the grime beneath it, and appreciate the mastery that gives us both.”
I really need to read this book. The movie was amazing, and I feel ashamed I haven’t read this before seeing it.
reblogging again because it’s absolutely incredible
important as fuck
can i put this on my refrigerator
This. This. THIS. I LOVE THIS.