scared-aquarius:

Aries 1970s

Taurus 1940s

Gemini 2000s

Cancer 1920s

Leo 2010s

Virgo 1900s

Libra 1960s

Scorpio 1990s

Sagittarius 1980s

Capricorn 1930s

Aquarius 1910s

Pisces 1950s

healingmoonlight:

“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”

— L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
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virgoassbitch:

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tiny-librarian:

comealongnowbort:

jasperskywalker:

ginnyvos:

iwilltrytobereasonable:

cryptidlesbiangorl:

lesbian-of-asgard:

momijihyuga804:

duessaherself:

duessaherself:

duessaherself:

When I’m reincarnated, I want to come back as a bookstore cat.

Livin the life.

Here be my addition

That’s actually a thing? I thought my local bookstore was the only one living their best life tbh

This one guides me to any sections he’s feeling that day

Mice like things they can tear up to turn into comfy nests. Like paper. Shop cats used to be everywhere, but the food industry doesn’t get to keep them any more. The book industry still finds them useful and has no such legal restrictions.

Also bookshop owners and patrons alike are crazy cat ladies/gents, so it makes them feel at home.

You man not purchase records today without first paying the “petting” tax.

We all know the “riches beyond your wildest dreams” is just getting to pet the cat some more. And yes, please.

@clancyreinhart It’s you!!!

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kingofattolia:

12+ hours: hell yes. decadence has a name and it is ME. the dream. im marrying  my bed you’re invited to the wedding. i might feel groggy and angry for the rest of the day when i actually do get up but WORTH IT. 

12+ hours (ALTERNATE): i am deeply clinically depressed and approximately three (3) inches from death at any given moment

11-10 hours: ideal. im functioning at perfect 100% capacity my body and mind are a well oiled machine. im ready to knock out all my errands and chores in under an hour, work a full day and then study that language im trying to learn

9 hours: good! i could have slept longer, but getting up was no great horrifying trauma either

8-7 hours: the “””””medically recommended amount””””” for adults, but in reality more like a “fine, i GUESS” amount. normal mild levels of angst at having to get out of bed

6 hours: silent unceasing internal groaning for at least the first hour after waking. dont expect any kind of quality conversation for the first 2 or so hours. ive got a Less Than Medically Recommended Amount Of Sleep, that means im a martyr right???

5 hours: pretty unpleasant. feels gross. expect a moderate crash during the late afternoon. this is the first number that is considered worthy of entry in a college student sleep-measuring contest. altho if you try to enter with 5 hrs dead-eyed hordes will instantly materialize from the bushes and one-up you “5 hours??? HAHA SWEET SUMMER CHILD. I HAVENT SLEPT IN 3 YEARS”

4 hours: a Very Poor Decision. deep seated, incoherent rage upon waking that persists up to several hours. consume large amounts of your stimulant of choice, but you’ll still feel like a cave troll. constant aftertaste of chemicals and regret

3 hours: half awake half walking in some astral plane haunted by the wails of the newly-dead. children and animals fear the emptiness in your vacant eyes. a very respectable entry to any sleep-measuring contest. you’ll still get beaten by the “2 hour” and “all nighter” people, but everyone knows this is Bad

2 hours: you can get up, but only by rending your soul from your physical body in a paroxysm of agony, since it will refuse to leave the bed. you are now soulless and will feel absolutely zero emotion until sometime in the late afternoon/early evening when your soul returns and ALL the emotions will hit at once, leaving you alternately sobbing or creepily hyena laughing

1 hour: you fool. you imbecile. your hubris and weakness has brought you to this point. they are coming. you cannot escape. why didnt you just stay awake. why didnt you just pull the all-nighter. the strength of your no-sleep headache threatens to stab through your skull like an ice pick. all you can taste is blood. they are comi

0 hours: THIS ACTUALLY ISNT AS BAD. HAHA I’M NOT EVEN THAT TIRED! WATCH ME DOWN 15 MOUNTAIN DEWS IN 15 MINUTES. I CAN FEEL MY HEART BEATING IN MY EARS ISNT THAT WEIRD. WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY EYES ARE BLOODSHOT AND I CANT FOCUS, IM COMPLETELY NORMAL RIGHT NOW. GUYS I CAN HEAR COLORS.

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richniggapetewentz:

theseprezelsaremakingmethirsty:

bassamplifier:

tik tok by ke$ha is a better song than stressed out by 21p

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS

the truth

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