September 2012
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I dreamt of you
And you looked so happy, it made me want to invent a machine that could funnel these wishes into a reality for you.
August 2012
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Declaration of intent
I’m not here to “fix” you—though I wish I could mend the bits they broke off of you—I just want to show you what true, selfless caring and affection is like.
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Conundrum
All I wanted to say is that sometimes, when you’re trying your best not to like someone so much, they end up being an individual with a lot more pluses in their personalities than cons.
Where the crap were we about two years earlier? Oh. Yeah. Involved in messy relationships with people who we couldn’t help but love.
I’m going to stop writing, because this is starting to sound...
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I made the lamest metaphor in the history of...
Acknowledging it. I like to leave up stupid things so I can look back on it and …hopefully not feel so bad for having whatever thought I had floating in my mind moments before. I don’t think I can top that one.
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Oh, oh--
It’s really no one’s business, but you know when something happens to you and you just want to scream it to everyone and no one at the same time?* It’s a sort of secret that’s so great, you wish everyone knew, yet wanted to keep the spark in your heart, all to yourself.
Having that right now.
And you’re my everyone, and my no one.
So here it goes.
He makes me feel...
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It's two in the morning
And my brain decided, “Hey, you, you know what would be an awesome thing to do? Design your tattoo.”
To which I said, “You know what, that’s a lot better than trying not to think of zombie-esque vampires standing over my prone, semi-conscious body whenever I close my eyes.”
My noodle is a persuasive bastard, she is.
June 2012
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May 2012
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You read the best things from reddit
[–]ariiiiigold
A friend told me that I was his personal Gandhi because I changed his life for the better by introducing him to the defecating method which I refer to as: The Shitting Nest.
You lace the seat of the toilet with quilted toilet paper (for sturdiness, though it also adds comfort) and then proceed to crouch atop the seat as if you were a hen laying an egg. Not only does this help...
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Mind. Blown. So he was naked the entire time.
gingerhaze:
So you know how Loki changes his clothes by ~shimmering~ in the Avengers
What if he’s not actually wearing anything
What if his clothes are just an illusion
because dreams do come true (mother fuckers!)
animalstalkinginallcaps:
There was a time, long ago, in a world not unlike our own, where a writer would produce a manuscript after many laborious hours spent hunched over a typewriter of such heft and weight it could easily be used to bludgeon a burglar to death. Writers would not bash ne’er-do-wells’ heads in, of course, for multiple reasons, chief among them being that writers have nothing of...
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Animalstalkinginallcaps gets romantic. And...
animalstalkinginallcaps:
This is personal stuff and bad jokes and wedding updates and free (great) music, not yammering lemurs in capslock, so skip it if you’re not interested in that sort of thing.
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It goes to show that some of the best humour writers have big hearts and talents. And, excuse the cheese and onslaught of weirdly mixed metaphors, but this snapshot into one man’s...
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Oh you soft, sad heart
It’s not the fear of rejection,it’s the fear of never finding that home.
Not loneliness, but that a drive for validation that pushes you to take that leap.
There’s shelter in your own arms; don’t abandon what you have just because your eyes are too busy getting fat from looking at other pastures.
…What’s with the mixed analogies, bro?
Dude, stay cool.
It’s just one man.
No man is a mountain.
Actually, no man is an island.
…Modernized and relevant(ed). Bam.
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April 2012
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March 2012
93 posts
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let's get social →
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I’m going to buy some freakishly cute and somewhat chubby animal and name it Skeletor. That way, if humanity—be it an individual or the masses—sucks, then I can at least have the satisfaction of telling them that Skeletor is going to fucking kick your ass (internal thoughts: with his mind. Because he’s about three inches long and weighs 10 pounds soaking wet), bitch.
Yeah.
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Did you know?
That the writer(s) behind the tumblog did-u-kno has a thing for Radiohead? It makes sense considering that most of the posted facts (questionable or otherwise) are so appealing for my random-need-of-information brain.
PS They have an entire section devoted to wicked Harry Potter facts. I once stayed up until the wee hours of the morning scrolling through the vast collection, mouth slightly open...
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Hey me, why call it inkhorn if you're going to...
…because inkhorns can be for art too, duh.
Not really.
I’m not even sure why I’m posting this, except to alleviate the guilt that comes from writing fuck all for almost a month.
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