I am thankful for words. Whether it’s to make up imaginary friends or tell a real friend what what they mean to me—they’re always there to support what I feel.
I would invite:
1. William Shakespeare
2. Boudicca
3. Humphrey Bogart
4. Agatha Christie
5. DH LawrenceHow about you?
1. King Henry VIII
2. William Shakespeare
3. Heath Ledger
4. Charles Dickens
5. Jane Austen
1.Edgar Allan Poe
2.John Fowles
3.Jeff Buckley
4.Leonardo Da Vinci
5.Marlon Brando
1. Sir Francis Drake
2. John Lennon
3. Eleanor Roosevelt
4. Emperor Nero
5. Beatrix Potter
1. John Milton
2. F. Scott Fitzgerald
3. Ella Fitzgerald
4. William Shakespeare
5. The Gawain-Poet (whoever he was)
1. Queen Elizabeth I
2. Langston Hughes
3. Percy Shelley
4. Severus Snape
5. Raul Julia
I don’t know where my story is going. I’m stuck. And I’m behind in the word count by like a gatrillion.
I need help. Craaaaaappppppp.
underthisweather:fuckyeahjossverse:
Wash: You haven’t been here in years, Jayne. You really think you need that getup? No one’s gonna remember you.
Mal: I think it’s possible they might.
Simon: Son of a bitch!
Mal: You wanna tell me how come there’s a statue here, lookin’ at me like I owe him something?
Jayne: Wishin’ I could, cap’n.
Mal: No, seriously, Jayne, you want to tell me—?
Jayne: Look, Mal, I got no ruttin’ idea. I was here a few years back, like I said. Pulled a second-story, stole a lot of scratch from the magistrate up on the hill. But things went way south. I had to hightail it. They don’t… put you on a pedestal in town square for that.
Mal: Yeah, ‘cept I’m looking at some fair compelling evidence says they do.
Simon: This must be what going mad feels like.
Jaaaaaayne. The man they call Jaaaaaaayne.
(via sunlitdays)
Oh my gosh! I use it for spell checking all the time!
hahahaha, trufax.
