egrom:

itmightbehere:

egrom:

itmightbehere:

I am queen of America

Our good and gentle overlord has taken the throne of democracy. 

Lizbeth, will you be my queen consort?

I thought you would never ask! Yes. 

why is this suddenly a text post wut

anyway

Dear Tumblr

You are invited to the Royal Wedding of

HEATHER ITMIGHTBEHERE

and

ELIZABETH EGROM

on the date of

SOME POINT IN THE FUTURE AS YET TO BE DETERMINED

please RSVP

ps silly hats are a must

I’ve never really mourned anyone the way I still mourn my grampa. It’s been two months now, and it still weirds me out to think that he’s dead. I keep picturing him, especially near the end, and it’s not jiving with my world view.

It freaks me out a little because it makes me want to cry at random times. The room I’m living in now is actually the room he lived his last week or so in, and the one he died in. Near the end, they’d hooked up this swing thing so that he could grab it and move himself when he was too weak to do it any other way. It was taken down after he passed, but the hooks for it are still in the ceiling. For some reason, I just pictured him moving himself around on it. In the middle of reading something.

God, I miss him.

Can I suggest some songs?  Some that help me when I’m in a funk and feel down on myself?

JK I’m going to suggest some even if you say no.

Andy Grammer - Keep Your Head Up (This got me through some very, very tough times a few months ago)

The Beatles - Here Comes the Sun

Here’s Where I Stand from the movie Camp

Coldplay - Yellow (It’s not on theme, but it always makes me happy.)

Florence + The Machines - Dog Days are Over

Israel Kamakawiwo’ole - Somewhere Over the Rainbow/What a Wonderful World medley (favorite song ever, never fails to cheer me up and remind me that regardless of current situations, this is still an amazing world)

Meredith Brooks - Bitch (I think this is mostly nostalgia, though.)

Pink - Fucking Perfect (Obvious answer is obvious)

Scissor Sisters - I Can’t Decide (this is mostly for when I’m down on myself and also angry.)

Anyway, I was just going to suggest a couple, but then I ended up going through my entire library of music and finding all the songs I turn to when I’m in that mood, so that’s why they’re alphabetical and it took me forever. D:

(Source: boazpriestly)

roundtop:

mapsofmymind:

You can leave. 

I literally would punch you all in the face if I could. 

It’s one thing to prefer the “correct” usage, but damnit stop correcting it every single time and blowing it out of proportion and demeaning people because god forbid they were doing something like multi tasking and used the wrong one. You have no right to point that out to make yourself feel superior for catching it. It’s not that big of a deal. 

Some people just try to be correct with it and that’s whatever, I don’t care, but when you get an attitude and insult someone’s intelligence because at the moment- that wasn’t the most important thing, or they slipped, you look like a jerk.

Stop it, and shut up. There’s almost always context and you know damn well if they mean you are or your. Okay? It’s not the end of the world.

To all the grammar-fixated out there: it is possible to recover! I, too, once allowed myself to wallow in undeserved self-satisfaction when I saw that there were people who had less-completely memorized the often-arbitrary rules of written English than I. However, healing is possible with one very simple step: stop being a petty asshole.

^^

To anyone who has this problem, please, take a class on the history of the English language. IT WILL CHANGE YOU’RE LIFE.

(via thegestianpoet)