May 2010
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“Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals...”
– Love Actually
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April 2010
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and what would make you give it all up?
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fascinating
So I am taking yet another break from cleaning (cos my mother-in-law arrives tomorrow), and the TV is on as background noise per usual. Only this time I glance up and see this thing on NatGeo where people are acting as sperm, all of them lying across and around each other in these tubes, everyone dressed in white, all linked together. Meanwhile this scientist guy—not the narrator, by the way—is...
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“It’s really a very beautiful exchange of values when women put their clothes on in the morning and she is brand-new and you’ve never seen her put her clothes on before. You’ve been lovers and you’ve slept together and there’s nothing more you can do about that, so it’s time for her to put her clothes on. Maybe you’ve already had breakfast and she’s slipped her sweater on to cook a nice...
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“There is nothing I so greatly admire as purposefulness. I have an enormous...”
– Louise Dickinson Rich, “We Took To The Woods” (via themattsmith:elltotheoh)
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crazy hips
She used to catch the same bus—the one that was supposed to pick us up at 7:10 a.m., but it usually arrived ten minutes late. I hadn’t seen her lately, so I figured she was on the bus that came a half hour later. This turned out to be what happened one morning when my bus didn’t show up, and a different driver, who I assumed was the 7:40 a.m. driver, pulled up in its place. Nobody on this next bus...
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Listenelltotheoh: therodeoprincess: Roy Orbison /...
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or kinda like one of those Popples toys
We were still in bed on Easter Sunday morning, legs entangled, both of us with morning breath. (At this point in our relationship, it doesn’t really bother us.) I am asking him if he had any favorite memories from Easter as a little kid. He tells me it was when the Top Gun soundtrack on CD appeared in his Easter basket. He would blast the album on his crappy stereo while riding around on his bike....
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does anyone else
spend exorbitant amounts of time reading stuff on Wikipedia?
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Whiteboard Unicorns →
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