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Tenebrae

Just the delirium, rants and lucidity of a confused guy who lives in the lonely dark.

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ceaseless-longing:

uglyasanalibi:

Ok but can we talk about Catholics in the wizarding community? BEcause I think about Catholics in the wizarding community A LOT.

  • muggle-born Catholics who get visited not only by Dumbledore, but also by a bishop appointed to explain the Church’s stance on magic (it is neutral, and like all…

I’m glad other people worry about the Catholic students at Hogwarts.

9 hours ago- 105-

Day 2

He really missed her. It was hos first day rising with the knowledge she was more than 25 minutes away. But a kick of reality before him was awakened when he saw his clock read 8:08 a.m. In a jolt he got up, grabbed his uniform and ran to the bathroom to shower and shave. Of course though of all days the bathroom was tidied up by his sister the evening before and so his razor was moved out of place. The scavanger hunt for the stupid razor killed 3 minutes of time. He found it, not in the bathtub like he thought, his sister was fond of stealing it, but rather in a cabinet hidden behind some of the random cremes and pastes that his sisters kept. muttering to himself he quickly showered and shaved only to leave for work just in time. 

Work was always a great way to distract him, until the first hour past and his thoughts wandered back to her. He missed her, and wanted to talk to her. But he had to wait. She was horrible at texting back, and if he texted her now, he spend every few minutes checking and rechecking his phone to see if she responded. So he waited until he was off. That excitement he felt when he sent her the text was miniscule to the overwhelming joy he felt when his phoned beeped back a few minutes later with a response from her. The first night was the hardest, but the day after the first night, so much better. Or at least he thought it was until the hours ticked by and he found himself laying on his bed reminiscing on his last time holding her. My God, he really missed her.That was his prayer that night; my God, I miss her. He looked out his window, night 2, and still no moon for him to see.

dangerhamster:

JACK HARKNESS MEETING BUCKY AND STEVE IN THE 1940s AND FLIRTING FURIOUSLY WITH BOTH OF THEM

JACK HARKNESS SEEING THEM AGAIN IN THE 21ST CENTURY AND THEY’RE ALL EQUALLY CONFUSED AS EACH OTHER

(via smokeandjollyranchers)

anchoredinchrist4ever:

anchoredinChrist4ever:
Jesus is love, and He adores you <3

anchoredinchrist4ever:

anchoredinChrist4ever:

Jesus is love, and He adores you <3

(Source: mercy-n-grace, via by-grace-of-god)

Day 1

He imagined that she left early that morning, with first light breaking the dark sky. She along with her mother being her companion for the traveling leg of the journey. Yes, he thought, her mother would drive up with her and help her get settled in to the new apartment. But how would her mother get back? Maybe they were driving separately but caravan style? Or maybe her mom would be picked up by her dad? No, that’s dumb. Perhaps by plane, as that would be efficient and plausible. No, he thought. Homework should be on his mind. Sighing aloud he turned his attention back to the glowing screen. Reading the first line of the article about evolutionary wisdom of the body was so tedious. He loved anthropology, but he loved that girl stuck in his heart more. He just couldn’t focus. There she was, a mountain range away, and he missed her insanely.

It was hours later and he looked at the sky. It was bland yet clouded woth the opaque shade of frosted glass. There was not a light in the sky, no stars shinning, no light, no anything. He looked for the moon, but it wasn’t there. The first night is the hardest.

jinx-effect:

The Blue Lantern Oath

jinx-effect:

The Blue Lantern Oath

smokeandjollyranchers:

Bout to get high and resbang 

wilburwhateley:

americaninfographic:

Famous Authors and What They Drank

I like coffee exceedingly, but relish its imitation Postum just as much.  ~Lovecraft in a correspondence to J. Vernon Shea, 10 November 1931

To read more about Lovecraft’s (decidedly unexciting) eating and drinking habits, here’s a link. He was a teetotaler, as one might expect. 

tipsybartender:

Always find the positives in life! 😂😂😂

tipsybartender:

Always find the positives in life! 😂😂😂