The name endowed upon me by my parents is Megan. I am asexual, don't like music, and love reading. I write poems and stories sometimes; and would direly appriciate any critisicm or thoughts you have on them. Send me some good quotes and i'll love you forever.

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I track the tag "Mawb"

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jatel0:

For The Masses:
http://gen.lib.rus.ec
http://textbooknova.com
http://en.bookfi.org/
http://www.gutenberg.org
http://ebookee.org
http://www.manybooks.net
http://www.giuciao.com
http://www.feedurbrain.com
http://oll.libertyfund.org/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=380
http://www.alleng.ru/ 
http://www.eknigu.com/ 
http://ishare.iask.sina.com.cn/
http://2020ok.com/
http://www.freebookspot.es/Default.aspx
http://www.freeetextbooks.com/
http://onebigtorrent.org/
http://www.downeu.me/ebook/
http://forums.mvgroup.org
http://theaudiobookbay.com/
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ohitsjustkim:

I WANNA GO WHERE THAT’S GOING

ohitsjustkim:

I WANNA GO WHERE THAT’S GOING

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jonasnightingay:

somebody please let this man retire 

(Source: chiltons-tum, via you-is-smart-you-is-oatmeal)

haus-of-ill-repute:

Squirrel being fed by a marionette of an old lady being controlled by an old lady. My life is complete   

haus-of-ill-repute:

Squirrel being fed by a marionette of an old lady being controlled by an old lady. My life is complete   

(via you-is-smart-you-is-oatmeal)

klinki:

self diagnosing is so hard because everytime you’re like “maybe I am mentally ill” theres also a big part of you going “nah you’re probably just a naturally lazy/nasty/disgusting/useless person trying to find an excuse for your behavior” because of the institutionalized ableism that runs through everything

(via ravenclaw-royalty)

“On our first date, I told you I was flighty. Impatient. Easily bored.
I don’t paint my nails because I can never sit still long enough
for even one coat to dry. I don’t fold my laundry because I hate the routine. I would rather buy new cutlery than wash my old ones.
Maybe I’m lazy. Maybe I have no motivation. Maybe I’m just looking for somebody to grab my shoulders and give me a shake and explain what normal is and why I should do it. But sometimes I brush my teeth for seven minutes straight because it just feels right. Some nights
I put my pillow on the opposite end of the bed because I’m still hopeful that I’ll wake up differently if I sleep differently. I never do.
Sometimes I forget that I’m reading in the middle of flipping a page,
instead struck by the thought we would rather make paper than oxygen, would rather have one less life-source than one less novel. I wonder about priorities. I wonder about people who think it’s necessary to match their socks when they leave the house every morning as if that’s what determines their character. I wonder about people who carry around purses that contain nothing but gum. I wonder about people who spend all their hours at a desk and then return to their house to pass the night alone in a cold bed with a frozen dinner. I wonder if they think that money will make them happier than other humans. I don’t like kissing when I have lipstick on, because I’m afraid of leaving a stain on a cheek, as if I’m marking my territory somewhere I don’t belong, as if I’m trespassing on camera. I stay up for twenty hours a day and spend the other fours hours knowing that the longest a person can stay alive without sleep is ten days. I wonder if my nervous system has begun to break down, leaving me nervous and broken along with it. I don’t understand the pills the doctors prescribed me even though they told me I was just upset over being broken up with. I told them I wasn’t upset, I was morose. I was downtrodden. I was a leaky ship; still afloat but getting lower under the weight of the water every second. I didn’t want to sink. I wanted to sail. But they didn’t tell me that the happy little green and white pills would make me plateau. On our first date, I said I felt flat. Not the kind of flat of calm water on a windless day, but the kind of flat that you associate with deflated balloons. All out of air or out of breath or struggling to find any words left. I felt like the kind of flat that musicians hate. That I hate and I can’t play a single instrument. On our first date, I think I told you I would understand if you didn’t stay. Nobody did and I never blamed them. I was too busy wondering about people who believed in numbers and the healing power of yoga on 3 a.m mornings and tying their shoes without kneeling down to notice when they left. I am stuck inside of a world that I don’t quite understand, with people I never seem to connect with.”

—   

FIRST DATE CONVERSATION (K.P.K)

(Source: towritepoems)

kiransingh:

the only domestic instinct my parents have managed to pass on to me is the tendency to hoard multiple plastic bags in another plastic bag despite the fact that I will probably never need this many plastic bags in my adult life

(via contentsofpage394)

shittywaifu:

the only thing I eat

shittywaifu:

the only thing I eat

(via causticc)

lupinmeblack:

fandomwasteland:

timeywimeyslytherin:

no but imagine

Harry Potter as a tv show

sort of like Game of Thrones

where each season is a book

and each episode is a chapter

everything could be fleshed out

we would have everyone’s back story

and we would have HUNDREDS of hours of Harry Potter material

No but i want this so bad its not a joke

all I can think about is Regulus Black

(via you-is-smart-you-is-oatmeal)

fuckyeahsexanddrugs:

thatsthat24:

gymleaderkyle:

micdotcom:

This Icelandic police force has the most adorable Instagram account 

Meet the Reykjavík Metropolitan Police, serving the capital of Iceland. By the looks of their incredible Instagram account, a normal day includes holding kittens, eating candy and wearing false mustaches.

There’s more where those came from | Follow micdotcom

but do they got kik tho

Can we trade police forces?

i need to live here

(via lifeondrugs)

californiapunk:


California Bears by Alex Ramirez
Crust Punk Possum
coooooooooooooorvo:

look at this

hikki-ko-mori:

so i was taking a bath

a bubble bath to be specific

i used half a bar of lush’s comforter (however you fucking spell it) and this happened

image

crazy right? i think my mom’s tub is made of magic powers or something

so i had a nice bath, watched some cry plays on my ipad

and i drained my tub

i came down to my room, two floors down in the basement

and i am greeted with this

image

i cAN”T FUCKInG BREATHE

(Source: kikuchimoa, via lifeondrugs)

spookyscandal:

can i make it any more obvious?

spookyscandal:

can i make it any more obvious?

(Source: the-sex-and-the-city-blog, via becoming-a-ghost)