“Let’s face it - English is a crazy language. There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple. English muffins weren’t invented in England or French fries in France. Sweetmeats are candies while sweetbreads, which aren’t sweet, are meat. We take English for granted. But if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig. And why is it that writers write but fingers don’t fing, grocers don’t groce and hammers don’t ham? If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn’t the plural of booth beeth? One goose, 2 geese. So one moose, 2 meese? One index, 2 indices? Doesn’t it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend? If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it? If teachers taught, why didn’t preachers praught? If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat? In what language do people recite at a play and play at a recital? Ship by truck and send cargo by ship? Have noses that run and feet that smell? How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites? You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out and in which an alarm goes off by going on. English was invented by people, not computers, and it reflects the creativity of the human race (which, of course, isn’t a race at all). That is why, when the stars are out, they are visible, but when the lights are out, they are invisible.”
— (via be-killed)
Not every day has to count. Some days are for repairing, resting, mourning. You don't have to perform every day. Some days are for doing nothing. For sleeping all day or being on your phone. Relaxing is ok, allowed and encouraged. Do what you need to do.
I SWEAR TO GOD IF WE DON'T GET 1989TV
i respect people who want to keep their menstruation to themselves but i have to make it everyone's problem. Literally if it was socially acceptable to lead every conversation with "I'm menstruating" i would.
girls don’t want boyfriends girls want taylor swift to run towards them during the bridge of august
If Taylor Swift used her power for good she would be such a great stochastic terrorist. She would post on Instagram "Hey guys, Tay here. Just wanted to say that whoever delivers me the head of Ron DeSantis on a platter will get free Eras Tour tickets. #ShadeNeverMadeAnybodyLessGay." It would be at her doorstep in two hours.
i just heard someone say that the reason reputation only has one outfit is because her reputation hasn’t changed. no matter how successful she is, people will still see her as someone who dates around and writes songs about her exes (bs) and i am flabbergasted.
also the fact that on ttpd she's a huge mess of a person is great. i don't love everything about that album but i love the messiness of her public persona on it. she's too big to be knowable, yes yes, and she's the tamest of all the pop stars we have, of course. but by her own standards of decorum, she let it rip on this album for once. she said "I get myself off to people i'm not dating sometimes and i hate a chunk of my fans more than sometimes. i have terrible judgement. i kind of am a stalker lowkey. i drink way more than you think (and i should). and was fucking miserable for about half of that tour btw." among other things and then she hit post. good for her.
evelyn hugo and celia st. james 💚
no but really, the fact that everyone compares taylor to evelyn and jessica to celia st. james… this picture is too perfect. and taylor wore the green dress last night.
carpenters who weren't able to secure a ticket during today's pre-sale please come get your cuddles.
> What brings you joy? 💌
whenever someone notices hidden details about me, specially if I didn't notice it first
there's nothing that makes me happier than my books and stuffed animals <3
The smell of rain.
Getting the best table in a cafe.
Getting to use that esoteric knowledge.
A comfortable silence between you and a loved one.
Your favorite song turned up loud.
Sunsets and the smell of the ocean and the sound of the waves crashing
I love when we stretch, especially in the mornings, it’s so cute.
I love how we leave flowers for loved ones. Flowers are nature’s beauty and I think it’s a really sweet gesture
I Like how we journal. Like, we just write whatever we want just for ourselves to see.
I like the idea of a chair. It’s just like a piece of elevated ground for us to sit on.
I love mountains overlooking oceans or massive bodies of water.
I love putting Vaseline on my lips because they feel soft after.
I really really love books. I won’t go into it because so many already have.
I love photography and sculptures. Wowow, I looovee sculptures.
Starting a new notebook
Pens with *that* glide. Pen snobs know
Random acts of kindness
Seeing people achieve a goal - big or small, just seeing their face when they realise they did it
Light reflected on water - Moonlight, city lights, doesn’t matter
When someone *really* enjoys something I cooked/baked for them.
Feeling the sun on the back of my neck
The smell of fresh laundry… Oh! Fresh bed sheets
The way new books smell
One time, I had a really Really sweet raspberry. Like, this raspberry was probably the best thing I’ve ever had so far in my years of living. It was a cathartic experience, eating that raspberry.
watching my cat yawn (it’s adorable)
I love writing cursive t’s and I’s and I love when people say “crossing ts and dotting i’s”
i think jack o lanterns look cheerful
I really like the taste and texture of mushrooms (:
the sound of waves
i absolutely adore clementines (: i eat them till i get sick
I love eye contact. It makes me feel really human in a way I can’t describe. It makes me feel smiley and warm inside
I love looking at the moon or a cloud and thinking someone else is looking at the same thing I am right now while being so far away.
I love it when people make food for people, or just randomly bring over food, it’s such a cute way of caring.
I love when you look at someone and they look at you back and you’re just kinda squinting or raising your eye brows or smiling at each other.
I love when people do something cute or embarrassingly cute and you’re the only one that sees it
The warm sun on your skin after being in a cold building. Dancing. Storytelling. Iced coffee. Sunflowers. Thinking about Jesus. Poems that reach into your brain and pull your heart out. Mismatched teacups. Laughing until you cry. Texts from friends you haven’t heard from in a while. Notes in books from past owners. Summertime. Ballets. Dogs.
I love the feeling of sun on my skin
Your blog makes me happy
Watching rain turn to snow makes me happy
The smell of espresso makes me happy.
I love when people out of nowhere start whispering.
This one is kinda weird but I love when people have physical reactions like flinching ever so slightly or moving out of the way.
I love dough. And I love when I’m making dough I think back to people from many many years ago and I think about if they loved the soft, squishy feeling of dough as much as I do.
when my cat snores
when someone tries to hide a smile but can’t help it
when the air smells different in spring
when I close my eyes with the window down in the car and let the breeze and sun hit my face while a good song plays on the radio
when the light changes in my bedroom as day turns to night
daydreaming
writing
Had this thought while showering but I love our skin. And I love the fact that there is probably a horse with an almost exact skin colour as myself and everyone
lifes kinda crappy but i make bread from scratch and give it to people i love. and im always looking forward to the next time i can take a walk in nature.
Writing on my journal snuggling my cozy blanket
Playing Sudoku on my phone with EDM on the background
Hugging one of my six cats, or the six of them!!!
“Seriously, Hun, I've been spending the last 8 months of my life asking to myself this question, because I realized I knew what I dislike, hate or feel uncomfortable... But I wasn't that suuure about what my "happiness" is. Now I feel like happiness is the choice I make that give me either freedom, inner peace or a spark of joy... So I see happiness in almost every decision I make through the day”
sunsets at the beach. The salt in the air. The sound of seagulls and the stars
the moon makes me really happy
The pitter patter of rain against my window
Freshly baked bread
Fandom Maniac//Hufflepuff// fanfic writer and fanatic
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