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Obligatory dog pic. He wants to be small SO BAD!
Language is the skin of the soul. (la lengua es la piel del alma)
- Fernando Lázaro Carreter
I know I've disappeared again and i know you've missed me terribly, tumblr, but I'll make the anguish worth your while. Idea #672: you know how we use boats to cross oceans. What if we were to ride marlin instead? I am brilliant. I know.
This song will make your week or my name isn't Ebenezer Jones.
It is 9 in the morning. I am mercilessly hungover. I am in bed and the window is open. Just off in the distance I hear what sounds like either the Tardis or a didgeridoo. This adventure can only yield positive results.
Political commentary
They pent into packs To say they mean what they say They phrase their come-at-able replies In a heartfelt way They appoint and elect Based on the tones they inflect And the accessible spine Of the sciatic select And all their store-bought suggestions That careen into questions But rarely, so rarely do they reflect These immutable laws Are of incommutable clause Drawn by the broke and unusable And, forever bent, they fall
It seems that I will never love anyone or anything as much as I love Laura Marling. Such is life.
My friends,
I suspect I’ll never bind myself free Of the hollow-eyed siren they write me to be I thought my blood burnt with the tongue of my fury Still, I fear I fear as I see The impossible depth of the improbable sea
Ha...my activity has flatlined...whoops?
So, Connie Converse disappeared in 1974. Legitimately. Spooky, isn't it?
I can absolutely guarantee that this is the most important track you will hear today...possibly ever. You're welcome. You are so fucking welcome.
While I find the idea behind the banjo+ukulele combo to be incredibly lazy (THE BANJO IS IN OPEN TUNING!!! IT'S NOT THAT HARD!!!), this track is solid.
YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! I CAN'T BUY LIQUOR HERE BECAUSE IT'S A SUNDAY!!! IT IS MY LIFEBLOOD! IT IS MY MUSE! I simply can't be expected to live in these squalid conditions any longer.
I'm starting a dating website for Europeans to find mail-by-order Americans. Actually, this is too much work. Plan 2: if you are a citizen of a country that is a member of the E.U., and are currently looking for a wife, then I think you and I can come to some sort of arrangement.
WHAT?
WIKIPEDIA HAS A FOOD PORTAL! I repeat: WIKIPEDIA HAS A FOOD PORTAL!!!!!!
I don't even think the Doctor encountered anything this beautiful in his travels.