Ok, Inc, honey - take it easy. You’ve been through worse. You know the first thing you gotta do? Yeees, that’s i… wait, what? No. That’s not it. Don’t do that. PUT THE CHAINSAW DOWN. I meant the first thing you gotta do is calm down and take a few deep breaths.
Good, gooooood. Feeling better? Awesome!
Ok great now you can go get the chainsaw. Use it to wreck your television, computer and phone. Jolly good.
Unfortunately there is nothing I can do to stop the death and destruction that will inevitably follow the advent of High Rise. However, I can advice you on how to survive this more or less - probably more - apocalyptic event hovering in the horizon for all Hiddlestoners.
Here’s what you do. Go buy a few dozen sticks of dynamite. Blow your house up. Fake you death. Leave the country. Travel to India. Climb on an impressive looking mounain. Find a hermit. Become their disciple. Live an ascetic live of a buddhist monk in search of nirvana. Live a happy, meaningful life.
…or just stick forks into your eyes and run around flailing and throwing rocks at passersby, as usual.
mintley8 replied to your post “*climbs in through a window* *whispers* SWH’s back”
Hi! *waves* long time, no hear! You ok?
Alive and in one piece, last time I checked
You mean this post? Oh dear. I’m deeply sorry for all the crying and other unpleasant side effects, but, you see, it was necessary. I had no choice. I hope you understand. I only did what I had to, but trust me; it was hard for the both of us.
Now then, dry your tears! Everything’s going to be alright! Hold your head up high and pull yourself together! You can do it. Here, this will help:
Squeeeee! I’m glad you’re enjoying the blog, and thank you very much for such lovely words!
Hello there, dudes and dudettes!
Sorry for not posting much lately - I’ve been extremely busy and haven’t managed to find the time to do half the things I’d want to do daily and weekly. I’m hoping this’ll change soon, so bare with me!
In addition to the general ‘busy as shit’ situation in my life, I’m also leaving for London TOMORROW. This means three things.
1) I won’t even try to update SWH during my trip, so you won’t be hearing from me this week. So sorry! I’ll get back to you next week, ok? Love ya!
2) If you are in London or anywhere nearby, leave me an inbox message or contact me via my personal Twitter and let’s meet up! I’m all nice and shit. :3
3) Tom’s SWH senses will soon be tingling. He will be dangerous while I’m gone. Extra caution strongly adviced.
See you soon!
When I wake up in the morning and when I check my timeline on facebook or tumblr it’s always "Loki this and Loki that".
'Sorry' won't undo the damage that's been done
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Fly, you fools
THE PIRATE FAIRY (2014)
Estimated trauma risk: 7.0
Hiddles does a voice thingy. A pirate voice thingy.
Not suitable for children, or anyone with their childhood memories still intact.
Includes the following triggers:
Buy earplugs. Put them inside your ears. Like, really deep inside your ears. You can test the muting capacity of the plugs by bursting balloons right next to your ear, or poking random babies’ foreheads for no reason at a supermarket.
About 30 minutes of frustration due to a silent movie with a bunch on pixies flying around, one innocent “I’ll just listen for a second”, fateful removal of one single earplug, and a sharp scream followed by two hours of squealing and drooling on the floor, accompanied by confusing and disturbing feelings towards an animated man. Somewhere in the distance you will hear a silent “I told you so” echoing in the night. It’s coming from this here blog.
If I’m not mistaken - which I rarely am - this in fact is the infamous dictionary page defining the term "nope".