Busting A Myth?

Busting a myth?

So, I bought a sansevieria. Legend has it that this plant is near immortal; it can survive low light and cool temperatures.

Well, we're gonna put that to the test. I have brought it home with me to live with me in this converted Cold War bomb shelter. I kid you not, that is what this strange building I live in actually is.

Let's see how long the sansevieria lasts. And name it. Hmm.

A bit of a rough illustration for storytellerkris’ ongoing magician tale.

The thought that my parents won’t be for me forever scares the shit out of me

3 a.m feelings (via ocheano)

It is no fun being sick

The hallway sounds like the Twilight Bark with each of us taking turns coughing up our souls in the dark of night. My coughs rattle my ribs and convulse so I fear I may dislodge something that was never meant to be dislodged. And I am amazed that the nasal cavity could hold so much mucous. Truly, how is it possible for me to expel three times my body weight in snot?

My relationship with Kleenex is see-sawing. I never want to see another tissue again, especially not at such close range, but every five seconds I am grateful that the box of Kleenex isn't quite empty yet.

Ugh. I will be glad to have rid of the winter colds.

It is old, but it was my first foray into conte.

From Decoder Ring Theatre’s Black Jack Justice series episode “Full Fathom Five:

Trixie: Rita, could you bring me another rye and water please? I’d like to throw it in Jack’s face.

Jack: Don’t hurry on that, Rita.