Okay, this blog is like 40% comic stuff at the moment, then probably 25% Hannibal, 15% Teen Wolf, 10% me swearing about handsome faces, and an assorted 10% of SPN, randoms, music, and bits of my life no one cares about. Uh, yeah, it really doesn't make sense but whate'er. Be prepared for these numbers to skew wildly as I encounter different things.
Post reblogged from The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows with 24,991 notes
kairosclerosis
n. the moment you realize that you’re currently happy—consciously trying to savor the feeling—which prompts your intellect to identify it, pick it apart and put it in context, where it will slowly dissolve until it’s little more than an aftertaste.
