Absolutely Christopher

Over-educated, under-loved Millennial

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It's end of May, yall know what that means

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Once in a Blue Moon l AJ Smadi

[absolutelychristopher]

"The moon had been observing the earth close-up longer than anyone. It must have witnessed all of the phenomena occurring — and all of the acts carried out — on this earth. But the moon remained silent..."— Haruki Murakami

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Yuanyang-Rice-Terraces,-Yunnan,-China

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Rufus Wainwright, “April Fools”

[artssie]

Stańczyk (1862) by Jan Matejko

[etherea1ity]

Monet's Garden, Giverny, France ( via )

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(Inspired by this post by @chromolume)   In December 1970, after the closing of ‘Hello, Dolly!’, Carol Channing was kidnapped by a bunch of homosexual neo-Romans comprised mostly of failed artists and bohemians while she was coaxing a raccoon out of a dark alley with a piece of elk. Of course, she didn’t realize that she was being kidnapped and merely thought that she was being picked up by her posse. She was then taken to their headquarters, a run down bar called ‘Rum in a Warren’. She was given a script–a parody of 'Hello, Dolly!’ but about Julius Caesar. She said 'How fun!’ and memorized the script overnight. The play opened the next evening to an audience of five (or seven) and she brought the house down–literally–when she thought the Roman column was a prop and kicked it just before the assassination scene. She escaped unharmed. Little is known what happened to her kidnappers, but one of the members of the audience (who refuses to be named) has brought forth this recording of the musical’s rip-off title number.

[raisinchallah]

funniest title drop ever

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I Need This Pin (VIA AVAILABLE HERE)

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I always say I have multiple TVs playing 😂

[smokefalls]

The love of literature, of language, of the mystery of the mind and heart showing themselves in the minute, strange, and unexpected combinations of letters and words, in the blackest and coldest print—the love which he had hidden as if it were illicit and dangerous, he began to display, tentatively at first, and then boldly, and then proudly.

John Williams, Stoner

[mystitchworld]

Eat your greens! 🌱🐑

[ghostmouses]

mad about being chronically ill so I baked a cake about it

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