how you couldn't really hold down the chords

and hate is the cause of the swelling of heart (except it was only her accent)
Jul 02
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Done!
Done!
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scout:

pterodactyl:
ahahah. why is this so funny?
i don’t know, but i laughed pretty hard, too.

i’m so glad i swallowed the water i was drinking just before seeing this.

scout:

pterodactyl:

ahahah. why is this so funny?

i don’t know, but i laughed pretty hard, too.

i’m so glad i swallowed the water i was drinking just before seeing this.

Jul 01
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You know, I believe if there is any kind of god, it wouldn’t be in any of us. Not you, or me, but just this little space in between. If there is any kind of magic in this world, it must in the attempt of understanding someone, sharing something. It’s almost impossible to succeed, but who cares, really? The answer must be in the attempt.
— Celine, Before Sunrise
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Project #1*:
Stitching oxyphenbutazone which, according to this article (via the stumblng tumblr) will earn you the highest score theoretically possible in a single turn in Scrabble, on the back of my sweater. Idea via (sort of) Julia’s robot sweater!
*Am coming up with projects that will distract me from bandwidth wastage and job hunting.

Project #1*:

Stitching oxyphenbutazone which, according to this article (via the stumblng tumblr) will earn you the highest score theoretically possible in a single turn in Scrabble, on the back of my sweater. Idea via (sort of) Julia’s robot sweater!

*Am coming up with projects that will distract me from bandwidth wastage and job hunting.

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“Love in the Times of Massacre”—a young couple seeks refuge under a bridge during the Tiananmen Square Massacre on June 5, 1989, by Liu Heung Shing.
(via aja:zetahydrae:somethingchanged)

“Love in the Times of Massacre”—a young couple seeks refuge under a bridge during the Tiananmen Square Massacre on June 5, 1989, by Liu Heung Shing.

(via aja:zetahydrae:somethingchanged)

Jun 30
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On a related note,

ever since I saw that clip of the ending, and then seeing The way we were (the song) in one of my sister’s movie favourites songbooks (you know the ones that always have Can you feel the love tonight in them), it’s been stuck in my head. THEN my mom started to talk about how she’s seen it many times and I now really want to watch it, despite how uncharacteric of me it is to be saying this.

Why is it related? Because Hubbell rhymes with stubble, duh.

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Note:

Found out who designed the bookshelf. TinEye is so useful!
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At the supermarket, everything is in season all the time. And everything tastes out of season all the time.

Tom Chino, of the Chino Farm, quoted in It Must’ve Been Something I Ate

I want to visit the Vegetable Shop right now.