June 2012
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Instagram Blog: Midsummer in Scandinavia →
These pics are making me fall in love with my heritage :)
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When you have 18-24 hours of sunlight each day, what do you do? If…
“A couple of times in your life, it happens like that. You meet a stranger, and...”
– (via theageoftrees)
TIMES TO DANCE
truth.
Can the same apply to singing?
luckymag:
These are appropriate times to dance:
Brushing teeth in morning
In the shower
Doing your makeups
While perusing closet
In the dressing room in any local clothing emporium
When using hairbrush as microphone
On the subway platform
In meetings (toe tapping under table)
On the dancefloor (duhr)
Whenever you want who cares bye.
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This came out today.
It is wonderful and...
Fuck Yeah Computer Science Major Penguin: A... →
theitproblems:
He rubs the lamp, and a genie appears. “I am the most powerful genie in the world. I can grant you any wish, but only one wish.”
The programmer pulls out a map, points to it and says, “I’d want peace in the Middle East.”
The genie responds, “Gee, I don’t know. Those people…
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Sometimes I think I require distractions. Seeing as when left to my own thoughts, I contemplate things like… what are the origins of the ice cream cone? And at what time and by whom was it decided that traffic lights would be oriented the way the are and the color green was deemed to mean ‘go’, etc?
Are these even things that people should wonder about normally? Sigh. And with...
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“‘I work out 4 hours a day! I drink green juice!’”
– My sister on California residents you find at the gym (and what they might say)
Once I was blind but now I see Once I was him but...
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There are days where I begin to see how applicable the statement “The cake is a lie” is.
But then again, I am often the one baking the cake. So not in the literal sense. But it still applies figuratively.
Carry on.
“And I hide because there’s more to me than what you see and I’m not sure you’d...”
– I Wrote This For You: The Remaining Mirrors
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The memories live in the fibers. The celluloid glows. The air carries notes of a song that I swear I still know. And my voice is rendered useless even as the tension in my diapraghm grows. Any vocabulary is insufficient, thus I can’t ever tell you so.
