When most people say their partner is their everything, they mean it metaphorically. You don’t. Your spouse is a near limitless shapeshifter who can turn into anything from household objects to immaterial concepts. You’ve had some pretty unique dates.
“You humans confuse me. You try so very hard to be as boring as everybody else, and, when some gifted soul is born that has some small degree of uniqueness to it, you beat and break it until it fits into a dull little box that you can understand. Explain this to me, if you please.”
its moth time!!
A little girl in my 4th grade class came up to me after recess and said, “I got married at recess!” and I said “Oh? I didn’t know anyone was ordained under the age of twelve.” and she asked me what ordained meant and I explained and then she said “Oh, well, no, my wife and I were married by the slide, but we’ll be happy together anyway.”
So apparently on school playgrounds, slides are already legalizing same-sex marriage.
[Not my recordings. This is what’s left of the dialogue in question.]
Hi Tumblr! Here is a little list of locations for dark academia settings. This is for anyone doing novels that speaks dark academia.
Ancient Library Dusty tomes, towering shelves, dim candlelight filtering through stained glass windows.
Crumbling Monastery Echoing halls, decaying frescoes, ivy-laden walls whisper of forgotten times.
Victorian Mansion Creaky floorboards, hidden rooms, a lingering aura of mysteries untold.
Foggy Cemetery Obelisk shadows, the scent of damp earth, headstones etched with enigmatic inscriptions.
Gothic Cathedral Soaring arches, the scent of incense, cloistered silence broken by murmured prayers.
Eerie Forest Twisting trails, shafts of moonlight, the rustle of secrets in the underbrush.
Elite Boarding School Echoes of hushed gossip, an ancient bell tower, oak-paneled common rooms.
Candle-lit Classroom Heavy drapes, wooden desks, the quiet scribble of ink on parchment.
Secretive Society Hall Dark tapestries, flickering candelabras, veiled in layers of smoke and whispers.
Abandoned Observatory Dust-covered lenses, constellations dancing above a neglected dome.
Underground Catacombs Narrow passageways, walls of bone, an ancient scent of time and death.
Creaking Attic Heaps of forgotten relics, the soft shiver of cobwebs, an old trunk steeped in mystery.
Archival Vault Temperature-controlled chambers, brittle manuscripts, the soft hum of preservation.
Echoing Lecture Hall Empty rows, the ghost of academic fervor, chalk-dust air.
Dimly Lit Tavern Low ceilings, the aroma of aged wood, a hub of gossip cloaked in people’s shadows.
Haunted Gallery Portraits with watchful eyes, creaking floorboards, the echo of past revelries.
Silent Bell Tower The clang of metal, vertigo-inducing heights, views that stretch into twilight.
Forgotten Theatre Faded velvet curtains, echoing footsteps across the stage, whispers of past performances.
Moody Garden Overgrown hedges, secretive pathways, the rustle of leaves in the chilling breeze.
Dormitory Common Room Warm glow of a fire, whispers in the night, shadows lost in flickering candle’s gaze.
Twitter has a 140 character limit, yet I still found a way to tell one of the longest and most obnoxious knock-knock jokes of all time within a single tweet.
I am more proud of this accomplishment than any human right has the right to be.
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