May 2012
a clock and a waste basket
scrapling:
The first things I ever bought for our new apartment was a clock and a waste basket. You didn’t ask me why, you just nodded with a smile and walked out of the living room.
We settled into our lives the way couples did. Your feet were on my lap as you wrote e-mails on your computer, my hand lazily ran back and forth on your shins as I flipped through the twenty channels we had,...
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The Moonlight Diner Jukebox Mix
Whenever I go into work, these are the songs I cue up on the jukebox (which, isn’t that the coolest, ever?) and they play a few times during my shift. I hope you enjoy them like I do.
[[MORE]]1. The Zombies - She’s Not There 2. The Tremeloes - Here Comes My Baby 3. Jerry Lee Lewis - Great Balls of Fire 4. The Penguins - Earth Angel 5. Marvin Gaye - Heard it Through the Grapevine 6....
counterpunches asked: #35, #2
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sssammich replied to your post: i’ll bite. 53. (at least i didn’t make you do all of them
ahahahaha okay. oh! 49. do 49.
Okay! 49, let’s see.
Something I should have said a long time ago…
“Hey, watch out for that-“
Kidding. Let’s see.
“Thank you.”
There.
sssammich asked: i'll bite. 53. (at least i didn't make you do all of them
Okay, so I am going to make a playlist of the...
You’re going to get it.
And you’re going to like it.
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XVII (I do not love you...)
counterpunches:
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my...
Hero Worship
saunteringvaguelydownwards:
a-scandal-in-minnesota:
tonystaarks:
saintdoriangray:
theavengersheadcanons:
Agent Coulson has visited Captain America’s memorial since he was six years old.
Submitted by donottouchmychicken
Except now, Captain America visits his.
#I DIDN’T NEED THAT
FUCK *gross sobbing*
In death, a member of the Avengers Initiative has a name. His name is Phillip...
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saunteringvaguelydownwards replied to your post: Sushi. Beer. Back porch windows open. Johnny Cash blasting.
“I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, ‘If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.’”
You are practically perfect in every way.
quipquipquip:
Ultimate 80s Mashup
This mashup...
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sssammich replied to your post: Sushi. Beer. Back porch windows open. Johnny Cash blasting.
ice cream sounds pretty good right about now
Eh. The lactose-intolerant girl in me shies away from that.
counterpunches replied to your post: Sushi. Beer. Back porch windows open. Johnny Cash blasting.
maybe a good thunderstorm in the distance, but that’s really about it :)
That. Would. Be. Perfect.
Sushi. Beer. Back porch windows open. Johnny Cash...
Try and tell me what gets better than this.
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To the man at the end of the counter
I worry, on the days when you don’t come in 7:30am, one cup of coffee, two pieces of toast, one scrambled egg and a smile. The worry grows on the days when you come back, convinced you were here the day before. It grows when you save the counter seat for your wife who I’ve never met who I’ll never meet who is the reason you come in for breakfast. It builds and grows every morning...
“I’ll peel off the clothes
and decorate the floorboards
with all that you wore.”
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
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acidicsarcasm:
The woman that I plan to marry
Will have champagne in her walk
And I will get drunk on her footsteps
When the pastor asks
if I take this woman to be my wife
I’ll say yes before he even finishes the sentence
I’ll apologize later for being impolite
But I will also explain to him
That our first kiss happened 6 years ago
And I’ve been practicing my...
Why Calvin And Hobbes demand respect.
On life’s constant little limitations
Calvin: You know, Hobbes, some days even my lucky rocket ship underpants don’t help.
On expectations
Calvin: Everybody seeks happiness! Not me, though! That’s the difference between me and the rest of the world. Happiness isn’t good enough for me! I demand euphoria!
On why we are scared of the dark
Calvin: I think night time is dark so you can imagine your fears with less distraction.
On the unspoken truth behind the education system
Calvin: As you can see, I have memorized this utterly useless piece of information long enough to pass a test question. I now intend to forget it forever. You’ve taught me nothing except how to cynically manipulate the system. Congratulations.
On the cruel reality of commercial art
Hobbes: Van Gogh would’ve sold more than one painting if he’d put tigers in them.
On the tragedy of hipsters
Calvin: The world bores you when you’re cool.
On the tears of a clown
Calvin: Isn’t it strange that evolution would give us a sense of humour? When you think about it, it’s weird that we have a physiological response to absurdity. We laugh at nonsense. We like it. We think it’s funny. Don’t you think it’s odd that we appreciate absurdity? Why would we develop that way? How does it benefit us?
Hobbes: I suppose if we couldn’t laugh at things that don’t make sense, we couldn’t react to a lot of life.
Calvin: (after a long pause) I can’t tell if that’s funny or really scary.
On the falling of sparrows (or providence’s lack of a timetable)
Calvin: Life is full of surprises, but never when you need one.
On why winter is the cruellest of seasons
Calvin: Getting an inch of snow is like winning 10 cents in the lottery.
On the gaping hole in contemporary art’s soul
Calvin: People always make the mistake of thinking art is created for them. But really, art is a private language for sophisticates to congratulate themselves on their superiority to the rest of the world. As my artist’s statement explains, my work is utterly incomprehensible and is therefore full of deep significance.
On playing Frankenstein with words
Calvin: Verbing weirds language.
On realising God is more Woody Allen than Michael Bay
Calvin: They say the world is a stage. But obviously the play is unrehearsed and everybody is ad-libbing his lines.
Hobbes: Maybe that’s why it’s hard to tell if we’re living in a tragedy or a farce.
Calvin: We need more special effects and dance numbers.
On why ET is real
Calvin: Sometimes I think the surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that none of it has tried to contact us.
On looking yourself in the mirror
Hobbes: So the secret to good self-esteem is to lower your expectations to the point where they’re already met?
On the future
Calvin: Trick or treat!
Adult: Where’s your costume? What are you supposed to be?
Calvin: I’m yet another resource-consuming kid in an overpopulated planet, raised to an alarming extent by Madison Avenue and Hollywood, poised with my cynical and alienated peers to take over the world when you’re old and weak. Am I scary, or what?
On the truth
Calvin: It’s a magical world, Hobbes, ol’ buddy…Let’s go exploring!
