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My name is Ema and this is my second tumblr.

I'm a twenty-something university student, artist and writer.

My main blog is ithurtssomuch.

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latenightontheastronomytower:

Let’s go home.

kittehkats:

funnyjunk.com

getinthefuckingjaeger:

nostopdasgay:

catslock:

condelimoncio:

 MY WHOLE LIFE IS A LIE

THAT’S CHEATING

This is a blatant violation of trust

YOU LYING FUCKS I SPENT MY WHOLE LIFE ADMIRING THE BRICK LAYERS THAT ALWAYS LAY THE BRICKS NEAT AND PERFECTLY LINED UP HOLY SHIT I LOOK UP TO YOU HOW COULD YOU

(Source: terror4o4)

bemusedlybespectacled:

ALWAYS REBLOG KAT DENNINGS SLAMMING SLUT SHAMING

(Source: octibbles)

the-dick-lord-levi:

So we have an Italian exchange student at our school. And he and I were hanging out and he saw a pony, and he tried to show me but he didn’t know what it was called so he just pointed at it and said “Look, the compressed horse.” 

And then he just grinned at his complete understanding of the English language.  

» The Most Interesting Lecture

iggycat:

Professor Jones came tumbling into the lecture hall at 1:59pm looking frazzled, as per usual. He fussed with his hair for a few seconds as he got his Mac set up and dug through his computer bag for some chalk that he never wound up actually having. At 2:01pm he was either ready to start lecturing or had decided that this was as good as it was gonna get and stuck his hands into his pants pocket as he looked out at us.

“Are there any questions before we get started?”

I waited for the usual silence, but this time a voice spoke up from somewhere a few rows behind me.

“Just one,” an older looking man, well old isn’t the right word- someone older than the average college student, was standing in a pressed jacket, glaring daggers at the professor. “What happened to lunch?”

I think 200 pairs of eyes turned to see Professor Jones’ answer to that question. His eyes expanded in that way when you realize you left the water running or the oven on.

“Arthur, shit.”

The older man, who was apparently another professor according to the hushed whispers of the two girls beside me, took the few steps down and made his way out of the lecture hall.

“Fuck, Arthur, wait. I totally forgot.”

If Professor Jones looked frazzled before it was nothing compared to now. His eyes were darting between us and the door, wanting to be in two places simultaneously. All at once he sucked in a breath, stuck a hand in his hair and spoke into his microphone.

“You know what? I think we could all use a free day. Read chapter 6 and we’ll discuss it on Thursday.”

He bolted out the door then, not even bothering with his computer. The room buzzed with rumors as people flowed out of the hall, eager to spend their unexpected hour and half on something much more interesting than electrical engineering.

I really couldn’t have cared less if Professor Jones was gay, and quite frankly if his boyfriend got us out of class, I hoped he showed up more often.

» Little Fairy Tail [2/?]

snowyfoxpaws:

Part 1

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When he arrived home with Arthur in tow, his mother hadn’t even asked. She simply nodded her head knowingly, allowing them entrance. The omega was painfully quiet in her presence, shame and unease thick in his scent, but he listened when Alfred directed him to head on up to his room and told him he’d be there soon.

Once Arthur had disappeared up the stairs, his mother had motioned for him to follow her into the kitchen.

For a minute or so she said nothing, simply putting the kettle on for Arthur—one they really only owned because of the omega—before turning to lean on the counter, regarding her son with interest.

The elder alpha’s gaze was a very patient sort of neutral. “Alfred…”

He looked down at the floor, unwilling to meet her eyes and challenge her authority. “Yes, mom?”

"Why is Arthur here?"

He swallowed, but tried to keep his cool, looking up at her with as much respect as he could muster. “I had to protect him.”

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(Source: dont-deconstruct)

rain-party:

"are you a boy or a girl?"

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