it’s funny because it’s true.
A heart made of 51 books on love. From the love of Botany to paperbacks with covers of cheesy illustrated chest baring Fabio looking men on top of a mountain with their lover grasping their leg in a torn gown. Those were the books your one Aunt in the family would read one after another.
by paul octavious, via swissmiss. not sure if it will hang at home or at the office.
The 100th edition of the Australian Open tennis tournament is currently underway in Melbourne. Players from all over the world have been competing in the heat of the Australian summer, hoping for a win — this year’s singles champions will take home $2.4 million dollars (U.S.). Matches are progressing today into the semifinals, with the final matches to be played on January 29. Collected here are some colorful glimpses of the 2012 Australian Open.
Above: Roger Federer of Switzerland serves to Juan Martin Del Potro of Argentina during their men’s singles quarter-finals match on January 24, 2012. (Reuters/Mark Blinch)
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see you at 3:30 am.
fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
wasn’t a fan of the cloying romance or the fuck-it-all-i-need-a-sequel hop across the pond but it did manage to touch on the burden of disease and jesus that just ripped me to shreds.
charlie loves the snow. he bounds through drifts that rise up to his shoulders and beyond, launching his entire body into the fluff and sometimes resurfacing with a mouse in his mouth. this is his second one this weekend.
first class letters up to one ounce in weight will, starting tomorrow, cost 45¢ to mail, so get your mailing done today (while it still costs 44¢ and you can still mail things on the weekend).
i mean, this hike doesn’t really mean anything when you’re still using stamps from 1995 and throwing out 20¢ with each letter, but for the rest of you…save that 1¢.
i took a nap on monday and then couldn’t fall asleep monday night. i stayed up until about 3:30, clicking about on the web and clicking through my hard drive looking at old pictures. my siblings and i had been emailing about our annual family vacation, and i had started feeling nostalgic.
for the years when i used to spend two weeks with my best friends in vermont.
for the years when we laughed too hard and filled up disposable cameras with memories.
for the years when the only media consumption we did for two weeks was watching bits* of the ten VHS tapes we brought up on the travel tv when it was raining outside.
*literally, bits. one of those is swordfish, which the boys particularly enjoyed.
I was so alone and I owe you so much.
in case you were wondering when i started crying during the series finale.
(Source: rotschwarze)
Hey guys! We’re having a bookswap next week. You should be there!
It’s been a while but we’re back!
i should go to this. won’t know anyone though, so i’m gonna make a name tag that says “i follow you on tumblr.”
finally! one of these i can relate to
(via The Hairpin)
glorious. but where is the swivel chair?!
