DSC_0300 by whowhatwhen??? on Flickr.
Anonymous asked: Consider comin' back?
I’m not really leaving (per se); I’m just kinda bored with Tumblr.
You never know, maybe something will spark my interest again.
RO-AD by ProxyOrgasm on Flickr.
Winters warning (by battlebranfilms)
15 Million Merits
If you respect and appreciate the message in George Orwell’s 1984, I highly suggest you watch this. A horrifying (and plausible) negative-utopia.
With SOPA, Garfield minus Garfield would probably have never happened. Protest SOPA.
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(this post was reblogged from atomos)
A few times in my life I’ve had moments of absolute clarity. When for a few brief seconds the silence drowns out the noise and I can feel rather than think, and things seem so sharp and the world seems so fresh. It’s as though it had all just come into existence. I can never make these moments last. I cling to them, but like everything, they fade.
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Christopher Isherwood (via tigtag)
I have moments like these, every now and again. I can only describe them as moments of hyper-perception, where my mind is sharp and keen, extra aware of my surroundings – as if my brain were suddenly functioning at it’s full potential, unfettered by drowsiness, the accumulation of fractured thoughts, the static of half-ideas, and the distractions of a million little things. It is, as Mr. Isherwood describes, absolute clarity. It is a beautiful, wonderful feeling. A fleeting feeling.
ssye:
Dear Everyone,
I thought these were mints. So I popped one like candy. This is not candy. This is not food. This is a drug.
And I didn’t follow instructions. You’re supposed to suck on them for slow release. I crushed and swallowed. This means that I had 100mg of caffeine enter my bloodstream near-instantaneously. I was in a state of shock for the last hour or two.
Sami, I need to get you some of these:
Good news, everyone! To those of you on Tumblr wondering where I’ve gone (i.e. nobody), here’s a nifty chart I made of my activity on Tumblr over time. The thick blue line with the circles represents posts-per-month, and the thin lighter-blue line represents a 3-month moving average. Clearly, I’ve lost some enthusiasm.
Anyway, carry on!
“During an acting class, when the students were told to act out “a chicken hearing an air-raid siren,” most of the students clucked and flapped their arms in a panic, while Brando stood stock-still, staring up at the ceiling. When asked to explain himself, Brando replied, ‘I’m a chicken - I don’t know what an air-raid siren is.’”
Marlon Brandowned.
I did this once. After being told about Brando and asked why I had flapped and panicked, I replied, “Because last time I heard that, the barn exploded.”
2012 & The End Of The World
Yep.
