All right. This thing deserves an update. Problem is this description-thingy deserves a lot of text because of its shape. Therefore I am sorry if most of this sounds odd. It always does. The problem is if I choose to update it I will eventually come back in a few weeks and say "Boy, I was dumb shit!" So I try very hard to please my future-self. It's hard and unfortunately it us quite impossible. NO IT'S JUST HIGHLY IMPROBABLE. Sorry. In case you are reading this I will now try and convince you to follow me or at least pay attention to my beautiful background. I made it myself and it is best appreaciated when you zoom out to 90 %. Thank you. Anyway. I like a lot of stuff which are neat I like things as well. Literature is a great passion of mine and films and series are wonderful to behold. I consider myself quite witty (this is where you give up and leave immeadiatly). Do have a nice time, enjoy yourself. Just keep rememberring "You Only Live Once" so make sure you don't waste it on irritating and crap people who speak in abbreviations. So long and thanks for all the f... Yes.


I did a Handwriting Challenge because the lovely doctorin-the-tardis
tagged me uvu, have a go wonderful people - if you like!

1. Name
2. Blog URL
3. Blog title
4. Crush
5. Favorite color
6. CAPSLOCK
7. Favorite band
8. Favorite number
9. Favorite drink 
10. Tag ten people

I tagged: thegoodshipotp, avisfugl, keepcalmandavengersassemble, meimrr and losengeles!

I hope you are all doing great! Really wish to hear from you all some time, it’s been far too long!

I did a Handwriting Challenge because the lovely doctorin-the-tardis
tagged me uvu, have a go wonderful people - if you like!

1. Name
2. Blog URL
3. Blog title
4. Crush
5. Favorite color
6. CAPSLOCK
7. Favorite band
8. Favorite number
9. Favorite drink 
10. Tag ten people

I tagged: thegoodshipotp, avisfugl, keepcalmandavengersassemble, meimrr and losengeles!

I hope you are all doing great! Really wish to hear from you all some time, it’s been far too long!



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posted 1 day ago with 11,438 notes (originally from natures-queen)

"I am not Mike Brown. I am white. I am middle class. I am female. I am small. I am not considered a threat. When police see me they see someone who looks like them. They see their mothers, their daughters, their sisters, themselves. I am not at risk of being shot by police for existing while black. I am not at risk of being shot while unarmed. I am not at risk of being shot while armed with nothing more than a BB gun. I am not at risk of being shot for reaching for my wallet. I am privileged.
But I am outraged. And if you aren’t outraged, then you aren’t paying attention. This is America in 2014. This is our reality. It’s so easy to get jaded and to ignore these atrocities, to act like this doesn’t affect us. It’s so easy to get apathetic. In the past it was the youth who protested. Where is the rage of the youth? Where is our rage?
Like I said, I am not Mike Brown. But I am outraged."  - : I am not Mike Brown.  (via fitle-tight)

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posted 1 day ago with 58,829 notes (originally from solipsistic-interjection)

nympheline:

This is my favourite bookstore and bookseller in the world. Bar none.
I used to get to Seattle every six months or so, and whenever I visited I always made it a priority to stop in BLMF and ask its keeper what he’d been reading lately. He possessed an inexhaustible memory, a comfortable lack of snobbery, and impeccable taste. The first book he recommended to me, upon listening gravely to my litany of at-the-moment authors (Barbara Kingsolver, James Clavell, Maeve Binchy, Neil Gaiman, Charles DeLint, Anthony Bourdain) was Tipping the Velvet. He also later landed me with Geek Love, Anno Dracula, half the Aubreyad, and more modern Literature-with-a-capital-L than I could carry home.
The next-to-last time I dropped in, I asked if he had any P. G. Wodehouse.
"I have zero Wodehouse," he said, "and here’s why…"
Turned out that some fiend had taken to creeping in every month or so expressly to inquire of any Wodehouse and, once led to the volumes, to buy it all. ALL. Didn’t matter the condition, the edition, or whether he had another just like it in his possession; the villain bought every single P. G. Wodehouse in stock, every single time.
Was he a fan more comprehensive, more truly fanatical than any other I’d heard of, let alone known? Was he virulently anti-Wodehouse, only purchasing the books to keep their wry poison from infecting the impressionable masses? The world may never know.
I didn’t get any Wodehouse then, and I didn’t really feel the lack. I found plenty of other treasures that trip. But here’s one reason why BLMF and its proprietor are my favourite of their kind: that was two years ago, you see. Maybe three. In all that interim, I never planted foot in that bookshop. Never called. Never wrote. And I’m one face out of hundreds of thousands, dear reader; one reader he saw twice a year for three years, then not again for another three.
But I walked in the shop last Friday. Nodded hello.
"Can I help you find anything?" he asked, lifting his head from the phone.
"No, I’m good," I said.
"Wait—hold on a second." He set the phone down, walked ‘round the towers of books balanced precariously on the desk, on the floor, and atop other, only slightly less precarious towers. He jerked his head conspiratorially toward the far end of the shop, led me carefully to a shelf way in the back, removed a tattered stack of mass market paperbacks and motioned me closer to see what they’d been hiding.
Fifteen pristine Wodehouses: crisp, heavy, and—
“Hardcover,” he said, and waggled his eyebrows.
Reader, I bought them all.

nympheline:

This is my favourite bookstore and bookseller in the world. Bar none.

I used to get to Seattle every six months or so, and whenever I visited I always made it a priority to stop in BLMF and ask its keeper what he’d been reading lately. He possessed an inexhaustible memory, a comfortable lack of snobbery, and impeccable taste. The first book he recommended to me, upon listening gravely to my litany of at-the-moment authors (Barbara Kingsolver, James Clavell, Maeve Binchy, Neil Gaiman, Charles DeLint, Anthony Bourdain) was Tipping the Velvet. He also later landed me with Geek Love, Anno Dracula, half the Aubreyad, and more modern Literature-with-a-capital-L than I could carry home.

The next-to-last time I dropped in, I asked if he had any P. G. Wodehouse.

"I have zero Wodehouse," he said, "and here’s why…"

Turned out that some fiend had taken to creeping in every month or so expressly to inquire of any Wodehouse and, once led to the volumes, to buy it all. ALL. Didn’t matter the condition, the edition, or whether he had another just like it in his possession; the villain bought every single P. G. Wodehouse in stock, every single time.

Was he a fan more comprehensive, more truly fanatical than any other I’d heard of, let alone known? Was he virulently anti-Wodehouse, only purchasing the books to keep their wry poison from infecting the impressionable masses? The world may never know.

I didn’t get any Wodehouse then, and I didn’t really feel the lack. I found plenty of other treasures that trip. But here’s one reason why BLMF and its proprietor are my favourite of their kind: that was two years ago, you see. Maybe three. In all that interim, I never planted foot in that bookshop. Never called. Never wrote. And I’m one face out of hundreds of thousands, dear reader; one reader he saw twice a year for three years, then not again for another three.

But I walked in the shop last Friday. Nodded hello.

"Can I help you find anything?" he asked, lifting his head from the phone.

"No, I’m good," I said.

"Wait—hold on a second." He set the phone down, walked ‘round the towers of books balanced precariously on the desk, on the floor, and atop other, only slightly less precarious towers. He jerked his head conspiratorially toward the far end of the shop, led me carefully to a shelf way in the back, removed a tattered stack of mass market paperbacks and motioned me closer to see what they’d been hiding.

Fifteen pristine Wodehouses: crisp, heavy, and—

Hardcover,” he said, and waggled his eyebrows.

Reader, I bought them all.

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jem-love13:

Did you say clouds and sunsets?

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unfriendlyasiangirl:

im a piece of shit but at least im not the biggest piece of shit out there

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themuteprotagonist:

1212m:

NOT ENOUGH

The competitive Pokemon Battling scene really is something else


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peniscruncher:

dusknoirs:

who was the asshole that decided tattoos looked unprofessional 

the generation that did is dying out so don’t worry

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darrynek:

itshinyu:

darrynek:

why get a job when you can get hit by cars and sue the drivers 

And then you get injured and possibility die? I don’t think so.

get rich or die tryin dont you know the fuckin motto

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naturalpalettes:

photo by Elena Morelli

naturalpalettes:

photo by Elena Morelli

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heavenboundcas:

I decided to try this out

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naturalpalettes:

photo by David Dong

naturalpalettes:

photo by David Dong

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posted 1 day ago with 2,602 notes (originally from naturalpalettes)