I am a zizzer zazzer zuzz as you can plainly see.
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me: i don't even care. i'm not going to talk about this anymore.

...

me: and you know what else? [2000 word rant]

piragon:

When someone expects me to blindly stride into a childish trap and, electrocute myself.

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professorfangirl:

wibblywobblyspookywooky:

pocketangels:

an english major, an art major, and a film major walk into a bar

they all get ridiculed for pursuing what they love

plot twist: together they create the most dramatically intricate and visually compelling pieces of cinema the world has ever seen and make a cultural milestone and also a billion dollars

For surefooted step, hooves behoove the haver.
The sky redid blue, the woman wavered,

and the black bull (the vanquisher), vanished.
She called out to nothing, and in vain shed

tears until she reached the glass hill’s impasse.
Served her standard fairy tale penance, passim,

served her seven to be given iron
shoes to — at last — scale the hill, the earned

neared end. Each step conquered territory,
at last, the sleeping prince-once-bull, torrid tearing

of clothes, tearing on one’s clothes, three nights of this
until the prince awakes. How she, exhausted,

must have felt in the at long last, the ever after.
Happily, I guess, but a long time until laughter.

Norroway in February by Hannah Sanghee Park