(My own) Word of the day. Maybe this will become a “Sunday tradition” or something.

Comfort Books; previously read books that give the reader not only happiness, but also a feeling of comfort and familiarity upon reading again. Comfort books are often brought along on a reader’s trips away from home.


For some reason, I find that showering is very mentally stimulating for me. As funny as that sounds, this post is going to be really emo. And for that, I am sorry.

I hate being alone, because when I’m alone, bad thoughts start to flood my mind. They start by trickling in, tricking me into thinking that I’m fine. That I don’t need to shut myself down. But eventually they work up to a stream, and as hard as I may try, it is too late to stop. Eventually, they flood my entire head. These bad thoughts poke, and kick, and punch, and hit until my reality completely shatters. And then I am struck by the realization that no, I don’t live in reality. Just in the reality that I have created for myself. To stay sane. And I am left to build a whole new reality, and hope that this one is too strong to be broken.


Harry Potter weekend on ABC is the equivalent of receiving an endless supply of chocolate and adapting into some sort of human/chocolate eating hybrid that not only could live off of chocolate, but that could also never ever gain weight or suffer any other problems that would generally be associated with only eating chocolate for the rest of your life.

Harry Potter alone is one of the best things in this world. It is one of the few things that causes me to still have some faith in humanity. Seriously guys, Harry Potter is THE SHIT. Like the shit, the absolute shit, this is it, it is everything, it is absolutely the complete shit. I can’t even begin to express how wonderful Harry Potter is. I’m most definitely going to be at the midnight premiere of the 7th movie (part one). And part two as well. But part one is more important right now, because it’s almost here. IT’S ALMOST FUCKING HERE GUYS. You have no clue how excited I am.


Ice fucking hits you in the mouth and it incapacitates your ability to drink large quantities
Joe

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This is my favorite book so far.

This is my favorite book so far.


My boyfriend doesn’t think sloths are cute.

tree hugger

LOOK AT IT.

How is that not cute? It’s just so damn happy to be hugging a tree.

It looks like a mini Ewok.

Ewok

Ok, maybe that’s just my imagination. But they’re both cute!

Seriously.

baby sloth

How can you resist?




quote-book:

sixohthree:

This World Needs More Fantasy by Pomme Chan via Behance Network

quote-book:

sixohthree:

This World Needs More Fantasy by Pomme Chan via Behance Network