Pffff bb if you gotta rant, go ahead. It’s your blog and you can be as negative as you want if it helps. God knows I feel pretty bitter often, so worry not. I have you contacted on skype so if you ever wanna talk, feel free to message me.
I know I shouldn’t care so much about it but I’ve found that writing things out doesn’t really help me feel better anyway, and I just tend to feel kind of embarrassed after posting that stuff.
Thank you though, Ali, it means a lot<33 And we should definitely talk more anyway 8I
A couple Equius sketches. I have a couple different headcanons for what he looks like now, and they’re all based on cosplayers. Darn you awesome, lovely people.
When King Lear dies in Act 5, you know what Shakespeare wrote? He wrote “He dies.” That’s it. Nothing more. No fanfare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words. The culmination of the most influential work of dramatic literature is “He dies.” It takes Shakespeare, a genius, to write “he dies”. And whenever I read these words, I am seized with a restlessness. I know it’s natural to be sad. But not by the words “He dies”, but for the life we saw prior to the words.
I’ve lived all five of my acts, Mahoney. And do not ask you to be happy with my game. I only ask you turn the page, read on and let the next story begin. And if ever anyone asks for me, tell my life with all the splendor and finish with a simple and modest “He died.”
-Edward Magorium
I’ve lived all five of my acts, Mahoney. And do not ask you to be happy with my game. I only ask you turn the page, read on and let the next story begin. And if ever anyone asks for me, tell my life with all the splendor and finish with a simple and modest “He died.”
-Edward Magorium
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Nine: I think I was in love once.
Ten: Really? What was her name?
Nine: Her name was Rose.
Ten: Doctor, we all love Rose.
Nine: I love Rose because she's fantastic. She always knew just what to say and she made me better.
Ten: Oh, yes! Rose was brilliant. All soft and warm and clever and so very human.
Eleven: I love River!
Nine: ...
Ten: ...
Eleven: I love Clara!
Ten: Doctor, are you just looking at girls in the universe and saying that you love them?
Eleven: I love... fez.
Ten: Do you really love fez, or are you just saying that because you saw it?
Eleven: I - I love fez! I love fez.
ATTENTION TUMBLR ARTISTS
SICK AND TIRED OF PEOPLE STEALING YOUR GODAMN ART?
Can’t find the godamn ask to tell the blogger to kindly take your art down?
NO MOAR!
Email support@tumblr.com with links to your originals and the repost, and they’ll take it down.
NOW REBLOG THE SHIT OUTA THIS AND SPREAD THE WORD!
Just a quick thing, I’m sorry if I come across as negative in at least like 90% of all my text posts here. I do tend to be pessimistic about a lot of things but I really want to let you all know that, unfortunately, you get to hear me when I’m stressed enough to actually try to vent things. I can cut back my queue posting a little and I’ll try to talk a little more, so feel free to chat with me if you ever feel like it. I’d love to talk about anything any time!
