Shit that happens when I’m tired:
I try to spell “choir” with a q, as in “quire.” Which apparently is a word in its own right, and means

What the actual fuck?
I try to spell “choir” with a q, as in “quire.” Which apparently is a word in its own right, and means

What the actual fuck?
Sobbing about the dorky cuteness of this instead of finishing this fucking paper. So worth it.
(Source: thoughts-thatfly)
Patrick Stewart (Captain Jean-Luc Picard, Professor X) asks us about the letter B.
Is this real
It better “B” real…
#LOL #SOTEXTMEMAYBE #YOUCANMAKEANEFFORT #ESPECIALLYIFMATTSIMONCINICAN
(via i-broadway)
(via idontseeher)
The only reason “coming out” is still even a thing is because it’s presumed that people are straight until they tell us otherwise. “The Other must identify itself, or else it is decieving us” is a fucked up, dangerous idea.
(Source: victor-the-richter, via mugsandsweaters)
See also:
(Source: kanyewesticle, via ohyousillypotato)
Texts from my brother.
(via meliortraiano)

OH GOD YOU AWFUL, WICKED MISTRESS OF LITERATURE.
(via hpotterfacts)