Forcing yourself to work on something that you have no real motivation for
the waitomo caves of new zealand’s northern island, formed two million years ago from the surrounding limestone bedrock, are home to an endemic species of bioluminescent fungus gnat (arachnocampa luminosa, or glow worm fly) who in their larval stage produce silk threads from which to hang and, using a blue light emitted from a modified excretory organ in their tails, lure in prey who then become ensnared in sticky droplets of mucus.
The Isle of Blood, or, the book in which Warthrop uses every possible way to say I love you without actually saying it:
"And you— I do not pretend to understand how or even why— but you pull me back from the precipice. You are the one.… You are the one thing that keeps me human.”
"We have been— we are— we must be— indispensable to each other, Will Henry, or both of us will fall. Do you understand what I mean?”
"I cannot save the world, and I don’t care much anymore about saving me… but I do care very much about…”
Currently re-reading that book and it’s so heavy on the Willinore front, don’t get me started on how much Will loves Pellinore as well ugh
I lay face down on the bed and willed myself to die.
but how are you friends with somebody for years and not realize they are genocidal
The definition of Irony.
“Apparently loads of random people ended up with special Pokemon characters because of Sean Bean.”
A sign that Jay is basically asleep while talking to me.