Word of the week: EFFERY
If the world ran backwards and the sky disappeared, would limes still be green?
Anonymous

Yes, but only if the limes choose to be green.

nebulasnovasandnightsky:

look if you unironically say ‘money can’t buy happiness’ then either you’ve never faced a real financial struggle or you’ve achieved enlightenment, because goddamn does financial security feel an awful lot like happiness when it’s something you’re not used to

I think your icon looks like an ear. That wasn't too mean, was it? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, being an anon brings out my evil side....
Anonymous

*stares really hard at icon*

… an ear… drawn by Picasso. Hmm, ear, Picasso… art, Van Gogh… Van Gogh is one of my favorite artists. He and I are born on the same day (March 30th). He cut off part of his ear.

(My coping strategies are weird and flawless.) 

Go anon and say whatever you’d like to me.

nyarlathotwink:

dark-precipice:

nyarlathotwink:

that reminds me

mr noyes, who may or may not be nyarlathotep, has a boston accent in canon

"nyahlathatahp, tha crahlin’ chiaahs"

*high-fives you for sharing the same headcanon*

That sounded horrible in my head. And awesome.

"The outfit’s saying ancient Egyptian Pharaoh, but the voice is saying Hahvahd."

"Rahndolph Caahtah…" 

nyarlathotwink:

that reminds me

mr noyes, who may or may not be nyarlathotep, has a boston accent in canon

"nyahlathatahp, tha crahlin’ chiaahs"

*high-fives you for sharing the same headcanon*

That sounded horrible in my head. And awesome.

just-one-wallflower:

this is my fucking favorite thing ever i love it so so so so much i cnt even explain its just s o goo d

just-one-wallflower:

this is my fucking favorite thing ever i love it so so so so much i cnt even explain its just s o goo d

permupictions:

YOLO

‘In that case, the things I’ve believed all my life – about sin and redemption and the mortification of the body – you’d say none of those things mean anything, wouldn’t you?’

I smiled at his seriousness. ‘I’d say you’ve been talking to Armande,’ I said gently. ‘And I’d also say that you and she are entitled to your beliefs. As long as they make you happy.’

‘Oh.’ He watched me warily, as if I were about to sprout horns. ‘And what – if this isn’t an impertinent question – what do you believe?’

Magic-carpet rides, rune magic, Ali Baba and visions of the Holy Mother, astral travel and the future in the dregs of a glass of red wine…

Florida? Disneyland? The Everglades? What about it, chérie? What about it, hein?

Buddha. Frodo’s journey into Mordor. The transubstantiation of the sacrament. Dorothy and Toto. The Easter Bunny. Space aliens. The Thing in the closet. The Resurrection and the Life at the turn of a card… I’ve believed them all at one time or another. Or pretended to. Or pretended not to.

Whatever you like, Mother. Whatever makes you happy.

And now? What do I believe right now?

‘I believe that being happy is the only important thing,’ I told him at last.

Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate or tortuous as the heart. Bitter. Sweet. Alive.

Joanne Harris, Chocolat (via dawnbringer-e)