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myimaginarybrooklyn:

{Is the floor in that room very high, or is he just extremely short?}

… putting on clothes in the correct order, her weakness.

myimaginarybrooklyn:

{Is the floor in that room very high, or is he just extremely short?}

… putting on clothes in the correct order, her weakness.

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"It’s pronounced nads.”

"It’s pronounced nads.”

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I feel like it’s pretty important for future generations to watch this everywhere and always.

(Source: finalfantasyfootball)

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MIND POWER FOR CHILDREN. Sofia, 2005.
People, the Bulgarians are straight teaching children psychic powers. We’re going to lose the Cold War so hard.

MIND POWER FOR CHILDREN. Sofia, 2005.

People, the Bulgarians are straight teaching children psychic powers. We’re going to lose the Cold War so hard.

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The joke is that this is not what lifeguards do.

The joke is that this is not what lifeguards do.

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The joke is that “knife” rhymes with “wife.”

The joke is that “knife” rhymes with “wife.”

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Hey thanks, Graywolf! Otherwise I would have just read that other book backwards and upside down. Imagine my embarrassment.

(This is the dual galley for their Dyer reissue, which I will be reading the shit out of, standing on my head, probably.)

Hey thanks, Graywolf! Otherwise I would have just read that other book backwards and upside down. Imagine my embarrassment.

(This is the dual galley for their Dyer reissue, which I will be reading the shit out of, standing on my head, probably.)

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Which of these utterly unique galleys should I read first? They’re all so different, I don’t know where to begin.

Which of these utterly unique galleys should I read first? They’re all so different, I don’t know where to begin.

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mortalmovie:

The stories are true. Mortal Instruments arrives tomorrow on Blu-ray Combo Pack & DVD! 

Wait wait wait. Look at the symbol in that second GIF. Is this movie about Hott Majik Teenz a remake of Twin Peaks?

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After I first read Dracula, for a time, I would kill and eat flies.

It was easier, even then, to imagine myself as the madman. There is a reality to Renfield, a sort of compassion, that cannot exist in any of the Men or Women or Beasts or Doctors in that marvelous book. Renfield, and later Woyzeck, later Pessoa’s bean counter, is outside of that book’s major lusts. He is no Lear, but some poor bastard seizing in the front row as Lear speaks. No Blake, a Clare. He is not mad in the grand sense—no young man growing up in a small American town can have access to, can imagine, anything that frees him entirely from the cage of the suburban around him. Madness is less possible than death, or sex, or undeath. Renfield is as far as I could get. Strange, disruptive, caged, an agent for unease. His subservience is disgusting. He is the way out of plot, is the way to something. If lust is subsumed by the novel, by the adult, then disgust is the way one survives the smell of a minivan.

I ate flies on hot summer afternoons in a kitchen.

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What? What? Something in my teeth? What are you staring at?

What? What? Something in my teeth? What are you staring at?

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rachelfershleiser:

You guys, I think a drone is just a remote control helicopter…

Well, maybe not just a toy.
“You could see these little figures scurrying, and the explosion going off, and when the smoke cleared there was just rubble and charred stuff,”
“We were having tea and just eating a bit and then there were missiles… . When I gained consciousness, there was a bandage on my eye. I didn’t know what had happened to my eye and I could only see from one.”

rachelfershleiser:

You guys, I think a drone is just a remote control helicopter…

Well, maybe not just a toy.

“You could see these little figures scurrying, and the explosion going off, and when the smoke cleared there was just rubble and charred stuff,”

We were having tea and just eating a bit and then there were missiles… . When I gained consciousness, there was a bandage on my eye. I didn’t know what had happened to my eye and I could only see from one.”

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