Lily Cole wearing a Stella McCartney gown and photographed by Tim Walker for the July 2005 issue.
"I waited too long to read the sequel, and now I can’t even remember the characters."
A novel by me
Lily Cole wearing a Stella McCartney gown and photographed by Tim Walker for the July 2005 issue.
"I waited too long to read the sequel, and now I can’t even remember the characters."
A novel by me
"I read the whole series in less than two days, and now can’t separate the events of individual books" the thrilling sequel
"I’ve read so much fanfic for this series, I can’t remember what really happened in the books" the stunning conclusion
i always thought of a king sized bed as being a bit bigger than a queen, but now that i have one, i can tell you that a king sized bed is an absurdity. i can sprawl out, and my husband can sprawl out, and the cat can sprawl out, and none of us are touching. i reach out in the night, and find only pillows and plush walruses. i reach further and eventually find his elbow. he rolls over the comforters to try and find me. “i have crossed oceans of bed to be with you,” he says. there is a vast expanse of bed untouched, unmapped, unexplored. the cat is still trying to sleep on my face.
This is the opposite of a creepypasta
It’s a soothingpasta. Let’s make more of them
My Brain: Eat
Me: Okay, what should we make?
My Brain: No make!!! Only eat.
If you think literary history is boring, you obviously haven’t heard that somebody published a fanfiction of Cervantes’ Don Quixote, and it pissed off Cervantes so much that he killed off the main character in his sequel so that nobody could do it again
My Brain: Eat
Me: Okay, what should we make?
My Brain: No make!!! Only eat.
