tigermisu:

There’s this guy that rants everyday about how everyone is sinners at our college and someone made a bingo game to go along with him today

tigermisu:

There’s this guy that rants everyday about how everyone is sinners at our college and someone made a bingo game to go along with him today

The technology in my art history class has failed. We’re all just sitting here waiting for a tech who may or may not materialize and attempt to fix it. I could’ve been reading had I brought my novel with me.

ooksaidthelibrarian:

shiftglass:

thisisnotatrashcan:

noblealice:

shiftglass:

Take that, Bembridge Scholars!

The Mummy is a film about a woman having a marvelous time, and I think that’s so beautiful.

#i had a marvelous time watching her have a marvelous time 

Yes, let’s just ignore that whole part in the middle where she was being hunted by a mummy who tried to use her body as a vessel for his dead lover.

I’ve seen a handful of comments like this and I just wanted to address it because I think it’s worth talking about. I realize my summation of the film is flippant; it was an attempt at irony because obviously the movie is full of gruesome death and dismemberment, and I fully agree that Evie is terrorized. But that’s not what the film is about. It’s not about Evie the human sacrifice - that’s something that happens to her but it isn’t who she is.

The point is, the whole plot of The Mummy literally could not happen without Evie pursuing the thing that she loves.

They go out to Hamunaptra because Evie is passionate about knowledge and discovery, and when they get there she is in her element - she is loving every minute of it and she is proud of herself and she is absolutely going to kiss Mr O’Connell. But once that thirst for knowledge and discovery inadvertently raises Imhotep, and there is literally fire and brimstone raining from the sky, and everyone else is running and hiding, she never ever once despairs. She accepts responsibility, she owns her mistake and she refuses to believe there is nothing to be done. She follows her passions again and decides that more knowledge and more discovery is what’s required. And she’s right. She finds the answer and she takes triumphant pleasure in proving to herself that she is a greater scholar than the ones at Bembridge, the ones who have repeatedly found her lacking.

Do you realize how rare it is for a female character’s intellectual pursuit to be the thing that kicks off the action and the thing that saves the day, AND a source of ultimate joy in her life?

When Imhotep comes for her she goes without a fight, to save her companions’ lives, because she knows that’s the best chance they have. When Rick and Jonathan and Ardeth come to save her she is pivotal in her own rescue. She is never a Damsel, she is always part of the team.

And then Evie SAVES THE WORLD. She saves the world by doing the thing that she loves and is good at. She saves the world, she gets the guy, and they ride off into the sunset with some treasure. And really, that’s a pretty good end to a day.

Also, she is one of the very, very few cool librarians in fiction. And she is proud of that.

nuanced-subversion:

is this beautiful solidarity too much for you, anon?

(also, i feel bad for you.)

I love her severely. I want her to read me to sleep. I’ve obviously never met her, but one can tell, through her interviews, that her energy is the type you want around you.

I love her severely. I want her to read me to sleep. I’ve obviously never met her, but one can tell, through her interviews, that her energy is the type you want around you.

  • mom: honey why do you stay up so late
  • me:
  • me:
  • me:
  • me: because sometimes Beyoncé releases raNDOM SHIT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT AND I HAVE TO BE PREPARED FOR THAT
vincerediem:

ursulavernon:

wickedgirlssavingourselves:

Brontësaurus

This is the best thing ever.

I fucking love this website.

vincerediem:

ursulavernon:

wickedgirlssavingourselves:

Brontësaurus

This is the best thing ever.

I fucking love this website.

"Only the weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry."
Cassandra Clare

I’m having unholy, carnal thoughts.

Let me taste the grape’s nectar of your tongue
From the fingers whose lips you’ve touched have fed
Nurture my ravenous hunger
Suckle your sin from mine mouth
Let me bathe in your sweat
Let it infiltrate every ridge of my skin
Every pore
Every cell
Let me surrender to you.

There’s absolutely nothing better than when someone compliments your writing. Especially when you’re told it’s beautiful.

It truly means a lot to me. Particularly when it comes from someone who is grading you on it.

My little nugget of love keeps me company while I proofread this essay.

My little nugget of love keeps me company while I proofread this essay.

I was at The Last Bookstore on Saturday, and this lady had a cute dog with her. The dog got excited as I was about to walk by so her owner told the dog to “stay”. I thought perhaps the dog wasn’t as friendly as it looked so I asked her, “Should I not go through here?” To which she replied, “I was talking to my dog. She is overly excited.” Bless her soul. The lady thought that I believed she was telling me to stay.