Lord Reiseng's Rambles

Aug 08

[video]

risarei:

finishing a series but still being attached to the story and its characters

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(via executiveotaku-deactivated20190)

[video]

Aug 07

Behold, the worst written line of all time:

impopentti:

iheartmoonlight:

negativereader:

Aro laughed. “Ha ha ha,” he giggled.

-Stephenie Meyer New Moon

Excuse me but

“His voice is warm and husky like dark melted chocolate fudge caramel… or something.”

-EL James Fifty Shades of Gray


These are both as bad. Everything will be solved if we combine them.

(via foolycoolyblacklagoony)

humansofnewyork:
“  “Lyari is a tough neighborhood. There are a lot of gangs, and people are always trying to bribe young kids to do bad things. I’ve run this arcade for 15 years. It makes me happy to see children playing games instead of getting...

humansofnewyork:

“Lyari is a tough neighborhood. There are a lot of gangs, and people are always trying to bribe young kids to do bad things. I’ve run this arcade for 15 years. It makes me happy to see children playing games instead of getting caught up in those things.”

(Karachi, Pakistan)

(via humansofnewyork)

[video]

deepthroatmom:
“ this the rawest shit i ever seen in my life
”

deepthroatmom:

this the rawest shit i ever seen in my life

(via executiveotaku-deactivated20190)

fridaynightfreakyfrightdelight:
“ fridaynightfreakyfrightdelight:
“ Ophelia
” ”

fridaynightfreakyfrightdelight:

fridaynightfreakyfrightdelight:

Ophelia

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(via executiveotaku-deactivated20190)

Aug 05

(via executiveotaku-deactivated20190)

humansofnewyork:
“ “Education changed the lives of my entire family. Before education, we knew only how to work. It was always very quiet in our home. My grandfather was a laborer, but he paid to send my father to a tutor so that he could learn to...

humansofnewyork:

“Education changed the lives of my entire family. Before education, we knew only how to work. It was always very quiet in our home. My grandfather was a laborer, but he paid to send my father to a tutor so that he could learn to read. He told my father that, if nothing else, he should begin by learning how to read and write his name. When I was born, my father taught me how to read. I started with local newspapers. I learned that our village was part of a country. Then I moved on to books. And I learned that there was an entire world around this mountain. I learned about human rights. Now I’m studying political science at the local university. I want to be a teacher.”

(Hunza Valley, Pakistan)

(via humansofnewyork)