About Me
I'm Nukumi. I have a habitually overactive imagination that compells me to write and a fanatical love for ambiguity in general. Here, you will mostly bear witness to my metacognitive eccentrism. You'll soon discover my love for using obscure/damn near archaic vocabulary.
althor42:

misha-in-the-tardis-at221b:

in-demigodishness-and-all-that:

constitutionclass:

england-made-a-spooky-blog-and:

nega-che-chalaga:

salt-water-chardonnay:

latinagabi:

thenoodledude:

emergencysalsa:

Tumblr: #this fucking donut #can we talk about this fucking donut for a minute #can we #because on this donut #the sprinkles just comfortably melt into the icing #you can tell that they are so perfectly in tune with each other #and they’ve come so far from when the sprinkles just sort of sat on top #barely touching for fear of rejection #just ugh I can’t #otp: comfortably melting

4chan: here’s a picture of someone putting their dick in a donut.

reddit: that donut needs to go back into the kitchen and make me a sandwich.

academia.edu: Here is a pdf of the seminar paper I wrote about the erotics/poetics/semiotics/science of donut eating.

deviantArt:I did not steal this donut. I traced it so now it’s mine.

It got better

Fanfic.net: The donut is the setting for a high school AU, where two sprinkles meet and realise they have more in common than they ever thought possible, however, the mean chocolate sauce has caught wind of their secret relationship. Will they be able to make it together before it’s too late? M for a lemon flavoured donut.

This has officially become one of my favorite posts.

I JUST REBLOGGED BUT FANFIC MADE IT PERFECT

Ladies and gentlemen, I present you with: The Internet.

We are lovers who do not know how to be friends.
We are friends who do not know how to be platonic.

We are the piles of unmailed letters that linger in your desk
drawers, addressed with my name, dated two years ago.

We are postcards with Wish you were here! written in bad
cursive large enough to excuse the lack of a real sentiment.

We are bouquets of fresh cut flowers already wilting,
because we don’t know each other well enough to buy something

that will last. We are the feeling before a kiss, anticipation
of creation, of sparks or fireworks or gunshots aimed straight

for the heart. We are the unopened text messages, the unread
Facebook notifications, the unanswered voicemails, the

ever-present What if?s that keep the world up at night. We are
the magicians that have forgotten the code of never telling

the audience that we are mortal just like them. We are priests who
have learned to pray to the wrong god asking for the wrong thing.

We are lovers who do not know how to love.
We are friends who do not know how not to love.

"You and I" par M.K.  (via urbannativegirl)

…I should make a masterpost of my favorite sassy blonde characters <3

profile-shadesofgray303:

This reminds me of some of my OTP pairings so much ;)
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