Marguerite Bennett's Blog, page 58
July 17, 2017
flootzavut:
ghettablasta:
Her name was Bianca...










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Her name was Bianca Roberson.
#SayHerName
That’s appalling ☹️
jaxsonpohlman:
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cypheroftyr:
Hey white women who follow me, read this thread....
July 15, 2017
redgoldsparks:
Here is the full version of my first comic for...







Here is the full version of my first comic for The Nib, which went up yesterday.
My friend Maia made this! Please follow and share for more incredible, powerful art and stories.
July 14, 2017
fantasticprompts:
keepcalmandwritefiction:
“The stuff you are...

“The stuff you are NOT afraid to write is quite probably the stuff least likely to leave any real impression on anyone.” (Gail Simone)
Sound advice!
transexualizer:
slashmarks:
there’s a big difference between “food waste” as in “farmers destroy...
there’s a big difference between “food waste” as in “farmers destroy tons of food to avoid exceeding quotas” or “supermarkets throw away this much edible food because it doesn’t sell”
and “food waste” as in “it is not actually within the capacity of humans to perfectly predict and track household food consumption, so a certain amount of food per household inevitably goes bad and has to be thrown out every year”
the idea that food waste is the product of thoughtless consumers rather than corporate greed is really insidious
July 13, 2017
mcsquiggedy:
funereal-disease:
prudencepaccard:
thenymreaper:
I have been writing with a vile old...
I have been writing with a vile old pen the whole week, which is excessively ungallant. The fault is in the Quill. I have mended it and still it is very much inclin’d to make blind e’s. However these last lines are in a much better style of penmanship though a little disfigured by the smear of black currant jelly, which has made a little mark on one of the Pages of Brown’s Ben Jonson, the very best book he has. I have lick’d it but it remains very purple. I did not know whether to say purple or blue, so in the mixture of the thought wrote purplue which may be an excellent name for a colour made up of those two, and would suit well to start next spring.- John Keats
This is like the funniest thing in the world to me for so many reasons
noted Romantic poet complaining about his pen being leaky like a petulant two year old
also spilling jelly on his friends book
and immediately trying to cover it up by LICKING IT #relatable
“purplue”
indigo, john
the word you are looking for is ‘indigo’
time for an “I lik the buk” poem
“My name is Jon
And wen I rite
I like to have
Something to byte
But…”
God I got nothing, “book” is a shitty rhyme
@funereal-disease
My naym is John
and I’m inclyn’d
to mark my books
upon the bind
I smudge the script
I smear the page
and ‘til my crypt
I’m but a phage.
There must be a rhyme…
My naym is John,
A man of quils.
But now and then
My jelly spils
On volyums wich
From frends I tuk.
To hiyd my traks,
I lik the buk
carry-on-my-wayward-nun:
third-personomniscient:
nothinbutmaggotybread:
when i see a cute...
when i see a cute boy
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I’m on mobile and I was in no way ready for that image when it loaded
Oh my fucking god I laughed for about five minutes
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