Sharkspeare

I live in the woods of Northeast PA.
I own my own business. I have no kids, 3 dogs, 2 cats, and a tarantula.
I like saying I'm a writer and I love the idea of writing until I sit down to write, and then I hate it.
My goal is to live an easy, low-maintenance life of fun and leisure.


Ask me anything  


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Reblogged from starwarscaps
sensible: Leia: Everyone’s first crush since 1977

sensible:

Leia: Everyone’s first crush since 1977

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indexcardqueen:

bloomsey:

redandyellowmakepurple:

you know what?

let’s all have pet sloths.

they’d be the best because they would do all the things we always want to do

  • cuddle
  • sit online
  • sleep
  • eat

Ohh Jess…



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All = Great

Life is great.

Weather is great (well, chilly but great).

Friends are great.

Family is great. 

Health is fine.

This is why I don’t update Tumblr too much - my life can be boring!


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fuckyeahphish: Mike Gordon, blinged out bassist

fuckyeahphish:

Mike Gordon, blinged out bassist



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sensible: WRITING EXERCISE: This picture is the ending of your story… you have 1 hour… go! Okay!

sensible:

WRITING EXERCISE: This picture is the ending of your story… you have 1 hour… go!

Okay!



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thefrogman:

[Irene’s Internet] [created by: Boston Dance Party]

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jacksonkillah: emilytheslayer: Goats are not allowed on the bed. FUCK YOU MAN YOU’RE NOT MY DAD

jacksonkillah:

emilytheslayer:

Goats are not allowed on the bed.

FUCK YOU MAN YOU’RE NOT MY DAD

(Source: meowingtontcat, via foradayofsky)



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“ We didn’t really know who was going to show up for the occupation. It was all a great mystery. We had to throw it together very quickly; it was thrown into our laps the last seven weeks before the event itself. Overwhelmingly the people who showed up were young ones who felt, “We played by the rules, we went to school, we studied hard, we did everything we’re supposed to do, and now not only are we $50,000 in debt with no way out, there’s no jobs because the bankers crashed the economy—they didn’t play by the rules but they got bailed out. Now we’re stuck being told we’re deadbeats for the rest of our lives, owing money to the very people who destroyed everything. David Graeber, “What We Owe to Each Other” (via bostonreview)

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