Sweeping Light Grey
Dusty Grey Blue
Near-Night Payne’s Grey
The Scent of Deep-Seated Black
Spoke the girl by the wall, open maw in her palm
…See in front of them no hack
A Pitied Dark Grey
Charcoal of the Hearth
Fluttering Ash Grey
The Rusty Color of Bone
A warning inscribed on the back of a door:
Dragons play never
They spend no time idle—a slayer out here best just head on home.
What even. William, stop jinxing me or I swear to god I’m going to make your life hell. Watch, he’s fast asleep right now. For once in his miserable life… ah well, I hope he sleeps well tonight. He deserves it.
Yur a fucking creeper, you know that? How come you aren’t this invested in the psycho girl?
Because she’s gotten help, silly.
She doesn’t go around stealing knives anymore.
Do either of you realize that it is fucking rude to go talking about someone behind their back?
My muse is biting me in the ass, but that’s not what I want you for. Well, that’s not all of it, anyway.
I keep having this vision of Jeremy in a suit with his giant sword going to a job interview with Wren.
lol HALP ME!
I never realized that my fucking url has sex in it until now… fuck.
Okay, what am I supposed to be helping with?
Jeremy? Are you talking about the kid with the brain disease? Somehow I doubt that he’s up to a job interview. You two really need to get something straight.
Full frontal feminism: a young women’s guide to why feminism matters
By Jessica Valenti
“But no wait the odds ARE equal! and and and and — and men get oppressed just as badly!” Lul sure.
Classic, and always bears a reblog.