May 2012
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For about half an hour every night my brother and I communicate solely through Facebook messages while we sit on other sides of the house. It’s a good time.
I think this could be filed under “Things I share with Tumblr that Tumblr Really Doesn’t Care About.”
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On Google Scholar, I searched for WWI values. This is what I got.
What the hell. This doesn’t even look like English.
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usuallybutnotalways:
aimaginary replied to your photo: I honestly don’t know why people are friends with…
Let’s bring back the fanny pack, Shannon.
yes please. those things would be so convenient for holding cell phones, wallets and sunscreen all within direct reach of your person. ALKFjlsdjfla;sjsf I just want to have a fanny pack.
So I just turned my house upside down looking for the one...
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badcgijosh:
Is bringing a sign that says “Leggo my preggo” to a pro choice rally too ambiguous with respect to what position I take on the topic because that’s way too amusing of a phrase to pass up.
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The venn diagram of Things I Have To Do and Things I Don’t Want To Do is a circle.
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Yaxchilan
Yaks Chillin’
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I’m using this pack of multicultural markers right now for a project.
It’s literally a pack of eight markers that are all different shades of brown that let you draw all different types of people.
I was going to take a picture of them and show you but taking a picture while holding eight markers is challenging. So just take my word for it.
toddly00:
And I thought I over analyzed
Man I can relate.
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So I’m working on my Spanish art project that involves clay, and I’ve accidentally consumed a bit of the clay. I tried to find out if it is toxic or not.
The whole package of the clay is in German.
Shit.
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punkwiththestutter:
Tell someone you love them today, because life is short. But SHOUT it at them in German, because life is also terrifying and confusing.
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I love tumblr.
joshishollywood:
Ever overhear a conversation on public transit, look over to see the source of it and then think to yourself “of course they’re all wearing fedoras”
Me, at the Park, everyday.
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Nobody ever lives their life all the way up except bull-fighters.
– The Sun Also Rises, Ernest Hemingway (via koibuchi)