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Piggy Gets Warm Bath [x]
my heart.
Douglas Adams is the best when it comes to describe characters
they need to teach classes on Douglas Adams analogies okay
“He leant tensely against the corridor wall and frowned like a man trying to unbend a corkscrew by telekinesis.”
“Stones, then rocks, then boulders which pranced past him like clumsy puppies, only much, much bigger, much, much harder and heavier, and almost infinitely more likely to kill you if they fell on you.”
“He gazed keenly into the distance and looked as if he would quite like the wind to blow his hair back dramatically at that point, but the wind was busy fooling around with some leaves a little way off.”
“It looked only partly like a spaceship with guidance fins, rocket engines and escape hatches and so on, and a great deal like a small upended Italian bistro.”
“If it was an emotion, it was a totally emotionless one. It was hatred, implacable hatred. It was cold, not like ice is cold, but like a wall is cold. It was impersonal, not as a randomly flung fist in a crowd is impersonal, but like a computer-issued parking summons is impersonal. And it was deadly - again, not like a bullet or a knife is deadly, but like a brick wall across a motorway is deadly.”
And, of course: “The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don’t.”
the one that will always stay with me is “Arthur Dent was grappling with his consciousness the way one grapples with a lost bar of soap in the bath,” i feel like that was the first time i really understood what you could do with words.
I will reblog this every time I see it because these are some of my favorite sentences in the English language.
Same
“Yeah,” said the voice from under the table, “you go to pieces so fast people get hit by the shrapnel.”
“It’s unpleasantly like being drunk.”
“What’s so unpleasant about being drunk?”
“You try asking a glass of water!”
tryingforsighs
My Neighbor Totoro となりのトトロ (1988) Spirited Away 千と千尋の神隠し (2001)
Butt Dance (by lechatron)
i discovered this junior year of high school and it still makes me cry.
if the world ends, someone has to find a way to salvage this video.
this makes me want to cry.
An octopus is one of the most intelligent creatures on the planet. Here’s one copying a wave ‘hello’.
Source
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ok guys help me settle this are people tea or soup
holy shit
Merry Christmas y'all
“Friend.”
What, you don’t beg for kisses and have sex dreams about ur old school friends? Pfft, grow up 😤
An addition
Just bros being bros!
Théodore Gudin (1802 - 1880)
Seestück, 1870
Aziraphale: *does anything* Crowley: *is fond*
the first complaynts are coming in: jess thinks my rimes are but a sin. she canot see the meme’s apeel. the bredlik love she does not feel.
why are you like this
the way i am i will admitte makes little sence: i am a twitte. but who is werce- the crazy gal or she who kepes her as a pal?
why must you
i must becos this simpel meme is now my lyf, my waking dreme. if i should try to speke in prose the cow appears:
he liks my nose.
are you kidding me
i kid yu not. i shall not tire. to rime this way is my desire. the world may bern or floode insted: but i’ll be here to lik some bred.
please stop
even your tags were in lik the bred format
i give up
this post has killed me
just yesterday the words above were sed by jess who has no love for any childe made up of rime. she may yet change. i’ll give her tyme.
I’m ridiculously amused by this… :-D
Adolphe Martial Potémont (1828 - 1883)
Promenade au parc