Hank's Tumblr: Thoughts on the Yahoo! Thing →
edwardspoonhands: First, I love Tumblr and want to keep loving it. And yes, it is immediately terrifying to hear that Yahoo (which, from a lot of our perspectives, is a laughably backwards and culturally irrelevant company) is going to own Tumblr. I sympathize. But there are a number of circumstances in which…
I posted a huge rant here earlier about my life, but it just made me realize that I need a way of mitigating the build up of emotions that happens sometimes. It builds up fast and hits hard, and I need to figure out how to get out of it without letting it control me.
John Green's tumblr: The Commencement Address →
fishingboatproceeds: Some people have asked to read the commencement address I delivered this morning to the 2013 graduates of Butler University. So here it is. My own commencement speaker, who shall remain nameless, began with a lame joke about how these speeches only come in two varieties: Short and bad. This…
flaming-scrotum: muggleland: the ceo of abercrombie and fitch has a lot of nerve saying that ugly people shouldn’t wear his clothes when he looks like an albino orc from the lord of the rings fashion
dictionaryofobscuresorrows: n. the state or condition of unnoticed creative excellence—the hidden talents of friends and coworkers, the fleeting solos of subway buskers, the slapdash eloquence of anonymous users, the unseen portfolios of aspiring artists—which would be renowned as masterpieces if only they’d been appraised by the cartel of popular taste, who assume that brilliance is a rare and...
I love you, most ardently.: So I've seen these... →
rainonthetinroof: I don’t have a ton of followers, but this is really important to me, and if you reblog it, it would mean so much to me. I’m looking for Keri Lovelace. She should be seventeen or eighteen years old now, and a senior in high school. The last time I saw her was about seven years ago. She was in…
If you obsess over whether you are making the right decision, you are basically...– Deepak Chopra, The Book of Secrets: Unlocking the Hidden Dimensions of Your Life (via onherway)
You’ll be fine. You’re 25. Feeling unsure and lost is part of your path. Don’t...– Louis CK (via therealmeighan)
dictionaryofobscuresorrows: n. the realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore—that although you thought you were following the arc of the story, you keep finding yourself immersed in passages you don’t understand, that don’t even seem to belong in the same genre—which requires you to go back and reread the chapters that you had originally skimmed through to get to...
lily-cats: THERE ARE OTHER BOOKS OUT THERE IN THE WORLD BESIDES FAULTS IN OUR STARS, PERKS AND LOOKING FOR ALASKA I imagine John Green would be both flattered by this post and in total agreement.
jazzpancakes: checkinthere: sibilidomdom: 8...
Before my eyes cut liquid flame, the cracked, unsteady knife of gods now drunk on human lust, yon fleeing from this life.
dangerousinstincts: “I love the smell of the universe in the morning.” — Neil deGrasse Tyson (via mirroir) Smells like… raspberries.
camdamage: alexthegenius: The Game of Thrones fandom is divided up into three groups: - The group who have only seen the show. - The group that has read the books and is dreading the Red Wedding. - The group that has read the books and can’t freaking wait to enjoy the suffering of all the people who only watch the show and who haven’t read the books to experience the Red Wedding. yep....
sit in silence
If you can sit in silence as distant footfalls climb crooked stairs and leave their feet to tread old paths, as sunlight warms the frigid hall and melts the frost from aching bones, as a slight draught creaks an open door and an hour passes in the space of a breath, you may find that I envy you, for my hour passed in the space of two.
Here in the silence
Here in the silence an impetuous mess, A jumble of thoughts And firework mines, where misplaced steps come roman candles Or unshaded blows crushing ears and hearts.
I had a teacher once who got choked up reading us a chapter from her favorite book. We all looked around, Waiting, Not sure what to do Not sure what to say, As if that age old “Talk amongst yourselves” ever inspired anyone to speak. There was a wolf in some snow, And then it got shot, and that’s where she stopped. And we were sitting, Thumb-twiddling, Expected to look away,...
When people go on and on about how great New York...
Hank's Tumblr: Really, Glee? →
edwardspoonhands: For those of you who haven’t heard, Glee blatantly and without pity ripped off Jonathan Coulton’s hilarious arrangement of “Baby Got Back” this week. Not like “these sound very familiar” kinda ripoffs, but a note-for-note, same banjo track, exact same tempo, also used the phrase “Jonny C’s in…
The movie is over
The movie is over and I would like to show you something. Emotions laid out, shaped and hued by words, perhaps my own, but then, if not mine, whose, and I wish my heart was real, a thing for the seeing, understood, not admired or loved, but acknowledged, and would you see me then, exposed, logically flawed in an unbound tempest of sentimental drudge. And here is my pen, stabbing, ...
Why are you looking at me like that? Don’t act like you see me. Don’t try to acknowledge my existence. This is the metro. Look, don’t get all serious, okay? It’s just some girl being harassed. Come on, admit it, it’s a little funny, right? This is the metro! Oh, I get it. You think you’re better than us. You’d best shape up, buddy. This is the metro. And in the metro, you leave decency at...