You went through a phase where every film you were in you were taking your clothes off.Your efforts are greatly appreciated, sir.
Just another reason to love this fine man.
(Source: matafari, via why-yes-im-in-love-with-myself)
I found this man on 7th Avenue in Park Slope. He was leaning heavily on his cane, looking down, wearing a grimaced face. I felt bad for him, so I smiled and waved when I walked past. His face changed completely. He lit up, smiled wide, and gave me a cheery greeting. There was nothing forced about it. He seemed like a man who went through life looking for the smallest excuses to be happy.
I walked 50 feet down the sidewalk, turned around, and walked back to him. “I want to take your photo,” I told him, “because of how big you smiled when I walked by.”
He said: “Well I saw someone smiling at me who I didn’t even know. So I thought: ‘By God! I Better do something!’”
(via baby-in-trenchcoat)
shoutout to my parents for not supervising what i do on the internet ever
Oh god. One of the judges off Chopped just called something a “hot mess.” RIP, “hot mess.”
I feel ridiculously lonely.
Food Network and fanfiction all night?
Yep.
Someone else does this too!? VALIDATION.
Feelin’ HOT HOT HOT …
A drawing I did a few years ago but re-vamped it a bit! It seemed suitable.
Why.
lol I love living in Florida
Word.
I mean, there’s gotta be a reason that it, the ZA, has come up so often in recent years… Subliminally - or not so much anymore, really - the world or a higher conscious is trying to tell humanity something.
For him that stealeth, or borroweth and returneth not, this book from its owner…let it change into a serpent in his hand and rend him. Let him be struck with palsy, and all his members blasted. Let him languish in pain crying aloud for mercy, and let there be no surcease to his agony till he sing in dissolution. Let bookworms gnaw his entrails in token of the Worm that dieth not, and when at last he goeth to his final punishment, let the flames of Hell consume him forever.
—
A medieval-era monastic library’s curse against anyone who loses or steals a manuscript, as cited in The Swerve: How the World Became Modern by Stephen Greenblatt.
And you thought library fines could be bad…
(via thepinakes)
Muwahahaha
(via libraryjournal)
Opals!
(via colony-drop)
