secretworkings:

Look for a crossroad.

Light a cigarette.

Invoke the three headed mother.

Your own words will do.

Invite her for a smoke.

Ask for wisdom.

Listen.

Leave 3 coins.

Don’t look back.

stunfiskk:

banshees:

fuck disney land…. Fuck status of liberty…. you Come to america… you see Costco.

i cant help but read this with a heavy russian accent

thealogie:

where do I see myself in five years? hopefully replying to multi-paragraph work emails with: cool! thanks.-Sent From My iPhone

kurowrites:

shadedevlin:

tumblunni:

kawaiianimeredhead:

vyrenrolar:

obstinatecondolement:

Are there any works in the post-apocalyptic genre with post-apocalyptic librarians? People who worked in the public library and after the Bad Thing decide to stay and keep the library clean, safe and available for anyone who needs it. People can’t remove books from the premises anymore, because they’re too precious, but you can stay as long as you want and read them or copy them out–the librarians encourage making copies, so that the information can circulate beyond the physical boundaries of the library. 

After a while it becomes an unspoken reality of the post apocalyptic society that you Just Don’t fuck with the library. You don’t fight there, you don’t steal from it, you don’t allow harm to come to librarians when they have to leave the building for supplies. 

People donate food and books and paper with no expectation of reciprocity, because the librarians don’t ask for anything when you need a place to hide or information or, fuck, to read a schlocky crime novel because you need to escape reality in some purple prose. 

i need this like water and also air

@a-fragile-sort-of-anarchy

OH HELL TO THE YES

Also consider: a library has a duplicate book, and wants to hire mercenaries to transport it to a library that doesn’t have a copy of that book. The most well known mercs in the world show up to volunteer for the job because they haven’t read that one yet.

This is the apocalyptic wasteland I can get down with.