Super interesting.
Mickey has nephews, Donald has nephews, Goofy has a son.
And he wasn’t adopted, he looks just like him.
Goofy……has had sex.
Goofy…..has known a woman biblically….Imagine what it must’ve looked like.
Imagine what it sounded like.These are the things I think about when I wake up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat.
Hyuk hyuk.
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Bon Iver took me to the cider mill today. We sat on the cold hard ground in the orchard and drank fresh cider from a rusted metal Thermos. The paper bag full of donuts we bought was half-transparent from grease. He pulled a donut from the bag and fed it to me in small bites, his fingers covered in cinnamon sugar. We made love under the trees, the rough granules of sugar melting with our heat.
Bon Iver is the defacto look in Wisconsin.
I am a binge writer. I will do nothing but write for weeks on end, hours upon hours each day. But then I will want nothing to do with it for that same period of time.
I’ve entered revision #452,084,092.45 today. Binging. I spent all day revising one chapter. I changed my entire first line and idea.
It felt marvelous. Also, I still like this story after all this time.
This is why I am a crappy Tumblr. Because I am a binger. And right now, I am not binging on you.
I am, however, binge reading.
nothing cuter, ever.
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bwhaha
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Yep.
This isn’t too far from the truth.
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Doesn’t shock me in the least, either.
My reaction to one of the Pew Internet graphs. #ereaders
*giggle*
I am completely unsurprised by this.