alright gang lets split up daphne velma and i will look for old man jenkins while scooby and shaggy look for the flayed corpse of god
Author: mostllynature
>be me
>about 13 years old
>basically naivete incarnate still
>just discovered the world of fanfiction.net
>have an account and a few stories posted so far
>currently working on a fanfic of Spirited Away
>get a comment one day
>commenter asks if I can put lemons in my story
>I think it’s an odd request but will do anything to please a fan
>write the next chapter acknowledging the lemon request and say that the chapter WILL CONTAIN LEMONS
>about halfway through the chapter I wrote a giant duck running past the protagonist with an armful of lemons
>duck says “MY lemons” then runs off
>feel pleased with myself at having granted my fan’s request
>years later I find out there’s another meaning for lemon in the fanfic world
>lemons are sex scenes
>my commenter was asking me to put a sex scene in my story
>at 13 years old I unintentionally trolled the shit out of some random person
>whoops
Today, my 84 year old neighbour said to me, “I quite like mushrooms. They have a good outlook on life.” She then admitted she felt a bit silly to have said that and suggested not many people would understand what she meant.
Please reblog for Ann so I can show her how many people appreciate her wholesome perspective on mushies.
et–l:
I keep repeating, “Self-control is just empathy with your future self” and it’s honestly saving my life right now.
My mother boils seawater. It sits all afternoon simmering on the stovetop, almost two gallons in a big soup pot. The windows steam up and the house smells like a storm. In the evening, a crust of salt is all that’s left at the bottom of the pot. My mother scrapes it out with a spoon. We each lick a fingertip and dip them in the salt and it’s softer than you’d think, less like sand and more like snow. We lay our fingertips on our tongues, right in the middle. It tastes like salt but like something else, too—wide, and dark. It tastes like drowning, or like falling asleep on the shore and only waking up when the tide has come up to your feet and you wonder if you’d gone on sleeping, would you have sunk?
The Alchemy by Carri Thurman (via wellconstructedsentences)
Wow, this is a powerful piece. I have also boiled seawater to collect salt and it is quite like the experience described.
(via artemisiasea)
3 am is such a powerful time. there are people sleeping. there are people partying. there are people having a movie marathon. there are people crying. there are people loving. there are people dying. there are people living. together at 3 am.
mostllynature 