One of the most beautiful things in my opinion is falling asleep.
Fear is the memory of pain.
Addiction is the memory of pleasure.
Screaming balls of flaming terror is the memory of math class…
fear and addiction ain’t got nothin’ on math class –
in math class, no one can hear you cry.
(Except your teacher. Bwa ha haaa!)
Hello my luvvies,
I’m so sorry to have been away so much lately. It’s surprising how long it takes to write finals that don’t just discourage students, they ruin lives.
Sadly, though, it’s almost the end of the semester and I’ll have nothing to do but think up more bad advice to share with you.
Hugs and kisses,
The Red Pen
She will chase around for awhile, but there’s going to be a day when she’s gonna stop running in circles around you.
That’s the day you’ll regret helping her take the safety off her crossbow.
The first to apologize is the bravest.
The first to forgive is the strongest.
And the first to forget is the happiest…true story.
But the first to exact revenge…wins.
The bears weren’t getting anywhere…
…until they stumbled onto a brilliant new way to catch humans –
hipster camping tents.
My younger carpet weasel and a friend had a sleepover last night, and the friend was remarking that our house was really different. “It’s definitely the House of Weird,” I told him, to which he responded, “You mean the House of Weird AWESOMENESS.”
And, of course, I had to make a sign for that and share it, for all of y’alls who are also members of the Weird Awesomeness club.
-Katharine