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tonystarksass:

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insp.

(via forgetcolenot)

Thirteen Year Old Boy Genius Kills Parents

oddender:

Little bit of experimenting.

wildparsnip:

my mom is on the phone with my dad (a microbiologist) and she told him “go to bed, turn off the computer, and just, just don’t do science. don’t do any science”

(via notcuddles)

delusionalgurl:

not a day passed not thinking about this pretty boy’s death

Fucking hell.

delusionalgurl:

not a day passed not thinking about this pretty boy’s death

Fucking hell.

(Source: nyamcattt, via tunama)

cloakstone69:

dublubby314:

My mother says that fanfiction doesn’t count as reading because “it isn’t nearly as good as the stuff that’s published. You’re not going to find something online that will win a Booker Prize.”
Please reblog if you count fan fiction as reading, or if the fanfiction you’ve read is equally as good as published novels. I want to see the figures.

*crushes mouse while hitting reblog button*

If it helps, I’m a published author who writes fanfiction

(Source: lordofthesacks, via certified-fujoshi)

neil-gaiman:

ellenkushner:

maggie-stiefvater:

Novelist error messages.

Too perfect!

ARGGH

iraffiruse:

Machine Porn

(via journalsarepointless)

oddender:

VIdeo!  Watch me be awkward with AllynBrett, wandering around!  He was supposed to put my book link the comments, but alas, he did not… So I’ll add it here ^_^ My book: Clicky clicky

Once upon a whisper…

oddender:

The only light on her face was the dim glow of the computer screen and the faint rays of the sun trying to slide its way through cracks in curtains or over the poorly fitted door frame that led to the outside world.  It was just enough to remind her that night had become day again, but sleep wasn’t a concern.  It should be, she knew, but time itself often seemed like an endless loop.  The cracks of sun might as well have been from a roommate, not too keen on keeping the light turned off when she wanted to sleep.

A futile glance at the bottom corner of her screen reminded her that though she didn’t keep track of time, others did.  The numbers stood faintly against the black bar: 11:41.  Almost noon.  What did that mean?

Her roommate would be up in three hours.  The kids she loved to watch, whose books and horrible music CDs were scattered around her living space, would probably be going to lunch soon.  She needed to call the doctor’s office again, before they closed.  Hours were left that could they could be called, but with her sleep being as sporatic as it was, it really should be done now…

Still, her fingers moved steadily on the keys.  The blue of her eyes masked by the reflected glow against her glasses even as they flickered up to catch a fleeting glimpse of the horror movie playing in the background.  She’d seen it before, there was no real reason to look up, but she did anyways to break through the barrier of text forming up around her mind.

(( This has been on queue, waiting for me to finish it, since I joined Tumblr… It was meant to be a self introduction post, but uh… yeah.  Pardon the fact that it’s not done. ))

Reblogged from my main.

esotericeffects said: Are you a leader or a follower? (Personally, I aspire to be the kid who points out that the emperor has no clothes on, but what about you?)

neil-gaiman:

I’m an author. We don’t want to lead. We don’t need to follow. We stay home and make stuff up and write it down and send it out into the world, and get inside people’s heads. Perhaps we change the world and perhaps we don’t. We never know. We just make stuff up.