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Tenebrae

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

winkydean:

sahxyel:

naturalshocks:

figmentdotcom:

afternoonsnoozebutton:

Tip for all my student readers: if you’re too lazy to use a bibliography creator like NoodleBib or RefWorks, let Google generate your bibliography entries for you. All you have to do is google the article/book title in Google Scholar, click “cite” at the bottom of the search result, and copy either the MLA, APA, or Chicago cite into your word document. 

Signal boost because omg how did I not know this in college?



Since registration is starting soon I figure this is ample time to remind the six people who look at my Tumblr that citing your sources is really important in college and that this will be your best friend forever.
If you’re in high school and want to go to college? Learn to source! You’ll be way ahead of the curve and it’s 100% more important than knowing what the hell a predicate nominative is.
I use http://owl.english.purdue.edu/owl/ to figure out how to cite for my papers, and it’s been quite useful for the three years I’ve been at this!

im crying i have this project due in two days and i didnt do tgis yet ho y fuckl

Whether you use a generator, a handbook, or Purdue’s OWL site, creating properly formatted citations for your essays/papers is an important skill. No matter your major, you will write papers in college! Learn the practice early; use it often. Your scores on researched assignments will improve, of course, but (if you care) you’ll also do a small part in improving the personal lives of the non-tenured grunts who grade anywhere from 60 to 90 3/5+ page essays every 2 to 3 weeks. Bless you for that. :) 

wilburwhateley:

winkydean:

sahxyel:

naturalshocks:

figmentdotcom:

afternoonsnoozebutton:

Tip for all my student readers: if you’re too lazy to use a bibliography creator like NoodleBib or RefWorks, let Google generate your bibliography entries for you. All you have to do is google the article/book title in Google Scholar, click “cite” at the bottom of the search result, and copy either the MLA, APA, or Chicago cite into your word document. 

Signal boost because omg how did I not know this in college?

Since registration is starting soon I figure this is ample time to remind the six people who look at my Tumblr that citing your sources is really important in college and that this will be your best friend forever.

If you’re in high school and want to go to college? Learn to source! You’ll be way ahead of the curve and it’s 100% more important than knowing what the hell a predicate nominative is.

I use http://owl.english.purdue.edu/owl/ to figure out how to cite for my papers, and it’s been quite useful for the three years I’ve been at this!

im crying i have this project due in two days and i didnt do tgis yet ho y fuckl

Whether you use a generator, a handbook, or Purdue’s OWL site, creating properly formatted citations for your essays/papers is an important skill. No matter your major, you will write papers in college! Learn the practice early; use it often. Your scores on researched assignments will improve, of course, but (if you care) you’ll also do a small part in improving the personal lives of the non-tenured grunts who grade anywhere from 60 to 90 3/5+ page essays every 2 to 3 weeks. 
Bless you for that. :) 

In 100 years we have gone from teaching Latin and Greek in high school to teaching Remedial English in college.

Joseph Sobran (1946-2010) American Journalist  (via philosophicalconservatism)

(via confessionsofsomeoneanonymous)

In 100 years we have gone from teaching Latin and Greek in high school to teaching Remedial English in college.

Joseph Sobran (1946-2010) American Journalist  (via philosophicalconservatism)

(via confessionsofsomeoneanonymous)

deanshuggybear:

fozmeadows:

In which seven cats all discover the same slightly elevated flat thing and claim it as their own while pretending the other six cats don’t exist.

game of thrones

deanshuggybear:

fozmeadows:

In which seven cats all discover the same slightly elevated flat thing and claim it as their own while pretending the other six cats don’t exist.

game of thrones

(Source: misterjakes, via smokeandjollyranchers)

by-grace-of-god:

Inspiring sculpture by Timothy Schmalz (website, facebook) to be installed at Shrine of Padre Pio in San Giovanni Rotondo, Italy. 

Timothy describes his experience: ”The whole time I was working on the sculpture a strange experience happened, I could not stop thinking of all the vile sins I created in my life. It was like a movie on repeat. After I was done with this, my thoughts broadened to worst sins that where created in my country, murders horrific that I heard of in the news. I could not believe what I was thinking and I could not prevent my thoughts from going to these dark places. After days of this, I thought, how horrible, I am creating a sculpture of a saint and this is what is going on inside of me? Then I understood that I was creating a sculpture of a saint who was known for confessions, In fact St. Pio has become the Patron Saint of Confessions. What was happening to me was a long confession throughout the creation of the sculpture. The Gloom I experience was then replaced with peace when after each horrific image that past through my mind was prayed with, and asked for forgiveness; my deeds and those of others. A fascinating journey creating this work.” (+)

(via by-grace-of-god)

Water is the element of change.

Earth is the element of substance.

Fire is the element of power.

Air is the element of freedom.

(Source: kinsharas, via ohmykorra)

Day 3

It was a strange morning for him. He woke up an hour earlier than his usual last minute wake up routine he practiced every Sunday. It was odd since he went to bed later than usual and was feeling incredibly tired at the time when he fell asleep. The parish annual picnic and pig roast was today, he would see a huge amount of people that mattered to him. Yet, the person who mattered most, would not be. It was unusual and unpleasant to know this would be the first f many Sunday’s to come where he would not be able to scan the pews to see her. As if the universe itself was against him, not a single one of his friends was there. He left early and went home, going straight for his bed, knowing he had work in a few hours. He was exhausted from loneliness and perhaps drained from knowing that she would not be be there after work as she had done so many times before. That same truth became more evident, that truth had begun to eat at him.

http://uglyasanalibi.tumblr.com/post/98057963686/ok-but-can-we-talk-about-catholics-in-the

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.

1 week ago- 120-

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.