January 2009
mimisaurus:
This one’s for you, Tumblr. :)
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Mr. Edward Magorium: 37 seconds.
Molly Mahoney: Great. Well done. Now we wait.
Mr. Edward Magorium: No. We breathe. We pulse. We regenerate. Our hearts beat. Our minds create. Our souls ingest. 37 seconds, well used, is a lifetime.
lgfuad:
There are places i’ll remember All my life though some have changed Some forever not for better Some have gone and some remain All these places have their moments With lovers and friends i still can recall Some are dead and some are living In my life i’ve loved them all But of all these friends and lovers There is no one compares with you And these memories lose their meaning When i think...
“…we all are looking for that match, the light., that complimentary...”
– DocSonian on dA.
For some reason I found this to be one of the best comments I’ve ever recieved.
World gets its first (openly) gay leader.... after... →
mimisaurus:
lhh:
(via rillawafers)
Woot! Iceland FTW!
Those darn homosexuals! Always saving the world like that…
For those who may be concerened with my eye
It’s all better now and does’t hurt anymore, but the vision in that eye is still slightly impaired. Things are still hazy but I can see well enough.
“Le Disko” by Shiny Toy Guns
Now hold...
“Love…Force it and it disappears. You cannot will love, nor even control...”
– David Seabury
“Both my brothers are having love trouble. It’s both saddening and at the...”
– Alek
I could never guarantee you happy endings.
Only endings.
Damn. I missed the internet.
It conked out on me for two days so I couldn’t get on Tumblr as well.
I really have to work on some other things right now, but I chose to blog first.
8D
I completely forgot that we had another pet dog
He lives in our backyard and we call him Choco. We don’t take care of him, but the maids do.
I’d like to think that Choco’s the maids’ pet since they take care of him much more than we do.
mass text
krispayne:
Mass text on a holiday: you’re an asshole and I don’t feel loved by you
Mass text about a birthday: you have a lot of friends and can’t be bothered to tell the same thing over and over, acceptable
Mass text random: you’re dj’ing at a bar and you think that a certain select of your friends would like it, and I’m in that group. Cool.
Mass text when your aunt dies: haven’t had this...
I love.
saintnate:
havent-got-a-prayer:
I love. I love deeply and fully. I love with my whole heart and no reservations. I love with my hands and my fingers and my skin. I love with my eyes and my tongue and my words and my glances. I love completely and beautifully. Sometimes I love too much or too easily. Sometimes I love the wrong people. But I love nonetheless. For this, I have nothing to...
Teacher: I'm looking for volunteers to report on the Iliad and the Odyssey.
Alek: Odyssey plox!
Teacher: Okay, I'll expect your report on the Iliad by Monday! 8'D
Alek: D'8>
“Don’t Believe In Love” by Dido
...
Jess: FUCK
Jess: I just poked my eye AGAIN
Jess: FUUUUUCK
Alek: POTEK
Alek: WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU?!
Jess: I DON'T KNOOOOW
Jess: IT HUUUUUURTS
Alek: You poor sonnovabitch
Jess: GOD. My poor eye
By the way, they didn't give me a patch
because eyepatches might give my wounded eye a bacterial infection.
LAME-BUTT DOCTOR.
I poked my eye. AGAIN
So I just got back from the hospital and I do have an abrasion on my cornea because of my stupid poke-age. I was given some antibiotics and some calf blood extract to put on my eye to speed up the healing.
Healing hurts, and the tears won’t stop flowing. I didn’t want tears to continuously stream down my face so I’d use a towel to pat my cheeks dry.
Here is a little...
The Hornyscope →
Oh c’mon. I found this insanely entertaining. <3
I am now wearing a make-shift eyepatch
It’s not one of those like what the pirates wear, it’s basically a green handkerchief wrapped around my eye.
It’s not getting better. My sleeping made it worse for some odd reason.
Well… I’m headed to the doctor soon anyway, I might get a decent eyepatch there.
o3o
It's a corneal abrasion
I should patch it. That’s what the med book said, but… I’m going to be an idiot here and try to aggravate the thing.
8D
I poked my iris
Seriously. It HURTS. It wasn’t done on purpose, mind you.
I know I should be worried because my vision on that eye is getting worse by the minute but some part in me is wishing that it would keep going bad because I’d like to have an eyepatch.
Eyepatches are fucking badass.
I should make one.
“Poke” by Frightened Rabbit
Poke at...
Please don't expect too much from this blog
I don’t write for you. I write for myself. I post for myself.
I stopped trying to be interesting for everyone else.
…but I still want to be heard.
“No government has the right to tell its citizens when or whom to love. The only...”
– Rita Mae Brown, speech, 28 August 1982
My mind needs a lot of organizing.
You are what you write
I’ve been thinking about what our prof in rhetorics said about our writing style is a manifestation of who we are. I guess curiosity got the best of me and I decided to reread old blog entries and see what kind of person I am through most of my text posts.
It seems that I’m a pretty frank and uninteresting person. It’s rather disappointing. I’m trying to be witty but I...
“A day without laughter is a day wasted.”
– Charlie Chaplin (via tinyvessels) (via exhale) (via kenezra)
A lot of people may not know this...
But I have no intention of living a long life.