A World Full of Whimsy

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If that&#8217;s true, then what are we waiting for??

If that’s true, then what are we waiting for??

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seraphphoenix:

STOP WHAT YOURE DOING. THERES A KITTY SWIMMING ON YOUR DASH

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Contents Under Pressure

iamuhura:

ruckawriter:

I rarely use this to just blog. I’m going to just blog now, so you can all just ignore this if it’s not to your liking.

Warning. Contents under pressure.

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Wow. Greg Rucka is super for reals not here for your sexist bullshit in nerd or geek…

This.

On stupid offensive t-shirts

scifigrl47:

My grandmother once said to me, in that dignified, calm way of hers, “I love truck nuts.”

And I was like, “Wha- Excuse me?”

"I love those little plastic testicles that people can buy and put on their truck hitches," she said. "Because I can tell at a glance that the person is a horrible,…

Wow, I never thought of being offensive right out in the open as a public service. This is awesome. What a time saver!

pippinforthewin:

i don’t know about you but i’m kind of seeing a trend here.

Bonus:

Bonus “didn’t fuck up” moment: pulling the “leaf of Lorien” pin off for Aragorn to find. Smartest thing he did in any of the movies/books.

Memory

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Dear Mother,

I remember when your mother – my grandmother – started to lose her memory. It wasn’t a huge loss of memory, just little things that went astray, especially in conversation. I remember well how you used to tease her, and not always kindly, about the things she’d forget. It always upset me when you teased her, and I vowed that I would never do that to you.

And I remember as well how…

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emblazonet:

sonatasocean:

officialdaddyegbert:

sh0tathug:

life-writer:

yatoblessyou:

theinsufficientgatsby:

xasteriia:

maddieandyou:

wildestheart4ever:

October Beef stew………….uh

November potato
…..sexy

I too am November Potato. 
That could get confusing.

I am January Potato

September Cookie B)

June Chocolate &lt;3

august noodle oh god

…January Pizza.
Hot as hell.

November Honeybun

August Party Mix. Oh yeah.

December Yogurt. Mmmmm, sexy!

emblazonet:

sonatasocean:

officialdaddyegbert:

sh0tathug:

life-writer:

yatoblessyou:

theinsufficientgatsby:

xasteriia:

maddieandyou:

wildestheart4ever:

October Beef stew………….uh

November potato

…..sexy

I too am November Potato. 

That could get confusing.

I am January Potato

September Cookie B)

June Chocolate <3

august noodle oh god

…January Pizza.

Hot as hell.

November Honeybun

August Party Mix. Oh yeah.

December Yogurt. Mmmmm, sexy!

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Forgiveness.

The ability to forgive oneself. Stop here for a few breaths and think about this, because it is the key to making art and very possibly the key to finding any semblance of happiness in life. Every time I have set out to translate the book (or story, or hopelessly long essay) that exists in such brilliant detail on the big screen of my limbic system onto a piece of paper (which, let’s face it, was once a towering tree crowned with leaves and a home to birds), I grieve for my own lack of talent and intelligence. Every. Single. Time. Were I smarter, more gifted, I could pin down a closer facsimile of the wonders I see. I believe that, more than anything else, this grief of constantly having to face down our own inadequacies is what keeps people from being writers. Forgiveness, therefore, is key. I can’t write the book I want to write, but I can and will write the book I am capable of writing. Again and again throughout the course of my life I will forgive myself.

- In her beautiful meditation on the writing life, Ann Patchett adds to our ongoing archive of wisdom on writing. Pair with Patchett’s advice to graduates on writing and life. (via explore-blog)

ladyjouster:

typhoidmeri:

aenariasbookshelf:

rainnecassidy:

besinaao3:

dduane:

(grin) Because here we are, contumaciously posting and reblogging while over 30. (Or 20. Or 15.)

Reblog, if you like, and display with pride.

ETA: Here’s another version of the graphic for those who prefer something a little subtler.

Reblogging because I am, indeed, an old fart on Tumblr and we need to find each other!

HEYO

Yeah, this is me…

Me too.

Yep.  WELL over 30.

Way the HELL over 30. I’m 30’s mother, for pity’s sake.