nevillethebamf:

Shortbread teabag cookies

nevillethebamf:

Shortbread teabag cookies

fishingboatproceeds:

A+++, would scroll again.

(Source: motionsicknes)

edwardspoonhands:

Just got this in my inbox! AMAZING!! Are there any skilled trumpet players out there to fill in the gap for these guys? I love ska.

fishingboatproceeds:

The Nerdfighter Kiva group just became the all-time largest group on kiva.
Congratulations, and Happy Hanko de Mayo!
Join us!

fishingboatproceeds:

The Nerdfighter Kiva group just became the all-time largest group on kiva.

Congratulations, and Happy Hanko de Mayo!

Join us!

hermionejg:


Last words from The Sweet Far Thing by Libba Bray

hermionejg:

Last words from The Sweet Far Thing by Libba Bray

John and Hank’s first video together x

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-xZQmq3TjNY

I am a big big fan of this video.  HAVING FUN MONTAGE!

(Source: findsomehoodoopriest)

fishingboatproceeds:

This is the best advice I know of.

fishingboatproceeds:

This is the best advice I know of.

(Source: embrace-hope)

i thought these were photos but they’re actually near-motionless gifs. weird.

(Source: davidfincherings)

(Source: iamjayse)

For West is where we all plan to go some day. It is where you go when the land gives out and the old-field pines encroach. It is where you go when you get the letter saying: ‘Flee, all is discovered.’ It is where you go when you look down at the blade in your hand and the blood on it. It is where you go when you are told that you are a bubble on the tide of empire.
Behind the corpse in the reservoir,
behind the ghost on the links,
behind the lady who dances
and the man who madly drinks,
under the look of fatigue
the attack of migraine and the sigh
there is always another story,
there is more than meets the eye.
BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Hey, I just met you...
and this is crazy
but, some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.
...so call me Ishmael.

“So, why do you write such strong female characters?” Because you’re still asking me that question.

“So, why do you write such strong female characters?” Because you’re still asking me that question.

(Source: lesliecrusher)