...and furthermore...
Apr 30th, 2013 @ 6:54 pm
Reblog if you’re a Sherlockian, then check your ask.
You’ll see why soon enough.
Reblogged from Sending at the Wrong Frequency.
Apr 29th, 2013 @ 8:00 pm
Who would imagine this spot is in downtown Baltimore?
@ 7:06 pm
Blossom the Bat (x)
The earwiggles!
Reblogged from Sending at the Wrong Frequency.
Apr 25th, 2013 @ 6:24 pm
“Same sex couples shouldn’t be able to adopt because their kids will get bullied for having two moms or two dads”
hey
instead of not allowing same sex couples to adopt
maybe you should teach your little shitty kids not to bully
Reblogged from oldest man on tumblr.
Apr 18th, 2013 @ 7:30 pm
Come honor the maritime history of Fell’s Point and the patriotic privateer fleet and celebrate the ‘pirate’ fantasy of sailing lore.
Reblogged from This Charming City - BaltiAMORE.
Apr 17th, 2013 @ 7:00 pm
Just some 10th century books. Whatever. #waltersartmuseum #books #history
Reblogged from The Walters Art Museum.
@ 6:59 pm
Library, Books @ Your
Little kid: “Does this computer have games?”
Me: “That’s a catalog computer. You use it to look up books the library has.”
Kid: “Where are the books?”
Me: “Look around you!”
Kid [turns away from the computer, notices the rows and rows of books, gasps in awe]
Reblogged from I work at a public library..
Apr 16th, 2013 @ 7:31 pm
QUESTION!
I’m a writer. I’ve written a ton of fanfiction. I’ve also written a couple of short stories that have been published.
The question is… would you buy a self-published novella (or a collection of short stories) about an asexual, sarcastic werewolf and his bisexual, dorky, little-bit-dim not-quite-boyfriend vampire?
Reblogged from Sending at the Wrong Frequency.
Apr 11th, 2013 @ 8:48 am
Floating Oasis on Flickr.
Reblogged from This Charming City - BaltiAMORE.
Apr 10th, 2013 @ 11:23 pm
all she could hear was her cigarette purr as she frantically sucked on it. “how could it all stop, am I dead, is this a dream, there must be an explanation, what is this place…okay, okay. calm down”
the silence was unbearable. “it’s just a dream,”
she wished.
Reblogged from faboo mama's finger puke.
