Kategorie: Allgemein

spectacledotter:

jumpingjacktrash:

hypeswap:

pro-bending-bro-bending:

hypeswap:

tasmanianstripes:

hypeswap:

stop calling every piece of fabric with a plaid pattern “flannel”

flannel is a soft, warm cotton. it has nothing to do with what pattern is on the cloth

I see there’s drama in the plaid fandom

im a lesbian

So am i and i say every plaid is flannel! You can’t change my mind! See that plaid blanket over there?? That’s flannel. The latitude and longitude grid on world maps? That’s a nice flannel you got there buddy

hey are you free this saturday night. id like to meet up and have a passionate discussion with you

i can’t tell whether that’s a callout or an ask-out

enemies to lovers, fabric store AU, 40k words

Weird list of things that illogically feel completely unacceptable if I do them:

– talking about my negative feelings to others in a serious manner

– sitting in bed during the day

– laying down during the day

– sitting down when watching tv/ reading

– getting less than 20 minutes of exercise per day

– eating food that feels wrong in my hand

– that feels wrong for absolutely no reason

– eating pasta for lunch

– eating pizza on a normal day

– eating cooked meals

– eating normally

– actually being myself

– not being among the top 10 percent

– not being one of the very best

– getting something else than an A

– spending money on objects

– buying anything that isn’t the cheapest food

– talking to my parents about feelings

This list serves no other purpose than to archive for myself how weird and uncomfortable I feel each day.

geopsych:

“RELUCTANCE
by Robert Frost Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended. The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
When others are sleeping. And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
No longer blown hither and thither;
The last lone aster is gone;
The flowers of the witch hazel wither;
The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question ‘Whither?’ Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season.”

— Reluctance, by Robert Frost.

I feel compelled to post this every year at this time. It sums up the late November moment for me.