sockablock:

“Take It Back,” by Jimmy Buffett,

“Nautical Wheelers,” by Jimmy Buffet,

“Jolly Mon Sing,” by Jimmy Buffett,

Steamer,” by Jimmy Buffett!

Treat Her Like a Lady!” by Jimmy Buffett!

Manana! by Jimmy Buffett!

“When Salome Plays the Drum” by James Buffett,

“Havana Daydreaming!” by Jimmy Buffett,

What the FUCK happened to you?!!

  • —I had a case of the Mondays—

Are you haunted? Are you FUCKING POSSESSED??You used to be my BROTHER!

  • —I had a case of the Mondays!

woke up sounding like a pack a day smoker and feeling like SHIT and i have a group presentation to give today soooooooooo

ugh i emailed my prof like WHAT DO I DO, I DON’T INTEND TO LET MY GROUP MEMBERS DOWN BUT I ALSO DON’T WANT TO GIVE THIS TO ANYONE ELSE and i’m waiting on her answer

thesylverlining:

nocturnaltherapist:

blue-author:

prokopetz:

My advice when folks are struggling with writing in the third-person omniscient is
to Lemony Snicket it up. Give your omniscient narrator strong opinions
about what’s going on. Don’t fall into the trap of assuming that the
third-person omniscient perspective must also use the objective voice;
those are two separate things, and many of the most popular and successful writers who’ve written in the third-person omniscient do not, in fact, use the objective voice.

“Willingness to admit the narrative has a voice” is, I think, a big part of what makes young adult literature so much more engaging than a lot of books marketed at adults, particularly adult men.

“Lemony Snicket it up” is a very good phrase and very good advice

I just appreciate seeing third-person omniscient recognized as an actual POV, because people are often dismissive of it (and yes, this is good)

polar-solstice:

This is like the third fucking time I’m trying to post this, but this panhandler on the train was asking for money and doing that passive aggressive “if you don’t give, I hope karma comes back to but you” thing, then paused, and added “except to any witches or wizards here”. And I guess I looked up with a look on my face but he met my eyes and went “yeah you, miss, you have a nice day and keep your chicken bones to yourself, I don’t play with that”. So naturally instead of ignoring him I threw him some extra good energy

nottanya:

I was waiting for my bus back home this morning after the Seattle mbmbam and taz liveshows and I saw the McElroys getting out of a van at the station and I just want everyone to know that while everyone (I mean everyone, the boys, their wives, Clint, and Sydnee’s parents) were all struggling carrying these HUGE bags, Griffin was standing off to the side, one hip cocked out, drinking a cup of coffee watching without even holding a bag. He looked like a model and I feel like I saw God.