Secretly a Vulcan

“You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.”
~~C. S. Lewis

I’m a high school junior who loves books and all things literary. I have become especially fond of classics. My all time favorite book is Jane Austen’s Pride & Prejudice.

Besides being a lover of books, I am also a janeite, trekkie, libertarian, trumpeter, Model UN president, soccer player, history aficionado, and NJROTC cadet.

Additionally I write for another blog, Scholastic Excellence, which is all about success in high school.

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Oh, my sweet Westley, what have I done?

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(via spockspeak)

MBTI most accurate descriptions

woolfhammer:

ESTP: super attractive physically but it’s all downhill from there. never quite know what they’re going to do next but you can probably bet it will be irresponsible. somehow still lovable.

ESTJ: loud, logical, and get shit done — they are the warrior class of the life rpg….

(Source: dontbecuteyoufuck)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BENEDICT.

I’ve seen and swam and climbed and lived and driven and filmed. Should it all end tomorrow, I can definitely say there would be no regrets. I am very lucky, and I know it. I really have lived 5,000 times over. 

(Source: captainpcarter, via cumberswag)

spacedarlin:

no mom it’s not a phase

it’s a phaser

sorry mom gotta go the enterprise is waiting

(via bonesmcoy)

thecompanionsdoctor:

dizzyondreams:

hiatusisso2yearsago:

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stumpxvx:

dont u hate it when its nine in the afternoon but ur eyes are just normal sized

I’ve seen this post three times on my dash and i still cant fucking figure out what it means is it like some secret code. are 22,000+ of you in a secret society????? what the fuck is going on?????

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this post just gets better and better

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(Source: stumpxvx, via boneslovespineapples)

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heyshezza:

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sexy-221b:

DON’T PRESS PLAY YET; just look at these gifs for a while and let the feelings sink in.

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good, really good, just keep going…
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yes look at these sweethearts
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okay now press play and look at the gifs again. 

WHAT KIND OF FUCKING GAME IS THIS

DONT FUCKING DO IT

SHIT

What are you trying to do, kill me? JFC. 

*sobs uncontrollably, throws laptop*

WHY THE FUKK DID YOU DO THAT

I’M FUCKING SORRY THIS POST IS OLD AS BALLS YOU GUYS BROUGHT IT BACK ??? I HAD BAD DAYS OKAY

I AM SO UPSET IT’S IMPOSSIBLE TO LISTEN TO THIS FUCKING SOUNDTRACK WITHOUT FEELING LIKE I’VE BEEN HIT BY A BUS FUCK YOU FUCK EVERYONE

(via 5her1ock)

From the first moment I met you, your arrogance and conceit, your selfish disdain for the feelings of others made me realize that you were the last man in the world I could ever be prevailed upon to marry.

(via north-and-prejudice)

kinghanalister:

carryonmy-assbutt:

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jetn:

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*prepares party popper*


*nervously shakes the party popper*


*slowly falls asleep with the party popper*


*has a wonderful night with the party popper*


*gets married to the party popper*

It’s a beautiful evening in February. My wife and I are sitting at the fireplace, when suddenly a terrible image appears on the screen of my computer.

My wife looks at me. As I look in her terrified, cardboard eyes, filled with tears, she takes a deep breath, before saying with her shivering voice “It’s what you’ve always wanted, dear. Do it.” My hands start shaking and a lone tear rolls down my cheek. “I can’t, honey. I’m not like that anymore.” “I will do it.” a small voice behind us says. As I turn around, my eyes cross with my son; our son. “You don’t have to do this, Benedict.” I say, as I hold his hands.
Ignoring what I told him, young Benedict Popper-Are Optional holds my wife’s cardboard body in one hand, and her long, beautiful string in the other. With tears in my eyes, I turn my head away. A loud pop sounds behind me and I watch in terror as I see my wife’s confetti spread across the room.
"It’s what you’ve always wanted, dad…" my son says, putting his small, cardboard hand on my shoulder. "Yes," I say, "but not like this… Never like this…"

what the actual fuck



why is there fan art

nevermind that why is their son lettuce

kinghanalister:

carryonmy-assbutt:

fingersareoptional:

jetn:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

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fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

*prepares party popper*

*nervously shakes the party popper*

*slowly falls asleep with the party popper*

*has a wonderful night with the party popper*

*gets married to the party popper*

It’s a beautiful evening in February. My wife and I are sitting at the fireplace, when suddenly a terrible image appears on the screen of my computer.

My wife looks at me. As I look in her terrified, cardboard eyes, filled with tears, she takes a deep breath, before saying with her shivering voice “It’s what you’ve always wanted, dear. Do it.” My hands start shaking and a lone tear rolls down my cheek. “I can’t, honey. I’m not like that anymore.” “I will do it.” a small voice behind us says. As I turn around, my eyes cross with my son; our son. “You don’t have to do this, Benedict.” I say, as I hold his hands.

Ignoring what I told him, young Benedict Popper-Are Optional holds my wife’s cardboard body in one hand, and her long, beautiful string in the other. With tears in my eyes, I turn my head away. A loud pop sounds behind me and I watch in terror as I see my wife’s confetti spread across the room.

"It’s what you’ve always wanted, dad…" my son says, putting his small, cardboard hand on my shoulder. "Yes," I say, "but not like this… Never like this…"

what the actual fuck

why is there fan art

nevermind that why is their son lettuce

(via goddess-of-apples)

INTJ - "Mastermind". Introverted intellectual with a preference for finding certainty. A builder of systems and the applier of theoretical models. 2.1% of total population.
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