owlapin:

owlapin:

owlapin:

MICROSOFT WORD HAS A FUCKING “INSERT CITATION” BUTTON WHY THE FUCK DID NO ONE EVER TELL ME THIS IS SIGNIFICANT INFORMATION FUCK THE SCHOOL SYSTEM THIS IS MICROSOFT WORD 2007 I SHOULD HAVE BEEN MADE AWARE OF THIS IN HIGHSCHOOL WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK I HATE EVERYTHING

you can fucking log your sources into your document and then at the end press a fucking button and it makes a bibliography page for you im

im not even lying im so mad

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Call me Edward Cullen, but watching people sleep is fascinating.

Not that I make the point of deliberately doing so, but you know when you’re just enjoying silence with someone, and you’re deeply indulged in your own head-space. Then you look over at the other person, just to see what they’re up to, and the find them asleep. 

Or perhaps you were sleeping in the same bed and you wake up first to find them still wrapped in sleep, indulged in their dream world.

It’s just the undisturbed peace on their face. How youthful and innocent they look. Even the most intimidating and authoritative person becomes so unguarded and just so human in this time. And perhaps it’s just my awkwardness talking, but I always find watching them so intense, like you shouldn’t look for too long, just like you shouldn’t stare when they’re awake. Or that perhaps they’ll know, or wake purely from your leering. Regardless, you can’t tear your eyes from their sedated state.

It always feels strangely intimate too. Something you shouldn’t see. A secret. When sleeping they’re stripped naked of their pretenses and any facades they like to hold whilst conscious, so you get to see them in a new and revealing light.

Even stranger can be when they stir. Their face shifts uncomfortably at a dream or the slightest of murmurs escapes their lips as they interact in their sleeping world. They fidget or turn.

It’s all just sort of beautiful and one of those things about people that if you stop to think about, that you really can appreciate.

Sometimes I feel like this should be an actual blog. 

With feelings, words and anecdotes and stuff.

But then I wonder whether any one really honestly wants to read stuff like that. Do they? I’m sure people find popular culture and pretty pictures are much more interesting. And I wouldn’t blame them, as I find posting my thoughts much more awkward than a picture of Darren Criss’ face.

Maybe I’ll try both. I mean I have much appreciation for anyone who follows me as it means a lot that they care for what I post. But if it came to it, then I’d much rather lose followers once they got to know me and so have a smaller following on something close to my heart than be loved by a large number of people who haven’t got the chance to know me at all.

Let’s try this.

Marvel’s biggest secret is how they make Robert Downey Jr. appear taller than he actually is…

consultingsuperhusbands:

wolfing-out:

deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan:

samsamtastic:

RDJ is 5’ 8½”

Gwyneth (5’ 9”) and we know she is wearing killer heels ALL the time

Chris (6’ 0½”)

…

problem solved

screaming

omfg

oh jfc, RDJ I LOVE YOU

A+ men in heels.

A++, RDJ in heels

(Source: spelledjustlikeescape, via johnwatsonsnipple)