A World Full of Whimsy

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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!

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!

(Source: vfilthy)

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:

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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.

biness:

This

This to infinity. How fucked up is that?

biness:

This

This to infinity. How fucked up is that?

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Traveling

Dear Mother,

I just flew back across the country from Maryland to Oregon, and it made me remember the flight we took together from Kansas City to Baltimore when we moved to Maryland.

It was my first flight, and I was a little dubious of the whole thing. But your excitement at being on the plane was contagious, and soon I was looking out the window and no doubt driving everyone on the plane crazy…

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Everything we feared about communism - that we would lose our houses and savings and be forced to labor eternally for meager wages with no voice in the system - has come true under capitalism.

-

Jeff Sparrow (via anticapitalist)

I need there to be a gif of someone dropping a mic so hard the entire building collapses, so I can put it here.

(via flavorcountry)

(Source: anticapitalist)

erinbowman:

staceythinx:

Dreaming of the night with digital artist Catrin Welz-Stein

Ooh, the wonder and whimsy…

rynnay:

unclewhisky:

we-the-antisocials:

This is literally what Terry Pratchett wears to conventions. 

What a good thing is Terry Pratchett.

As a rule I have to reblog Terry Pratchett, even if I’ve already done so before.

always reblog

rynnay:

unclewhisky:

we-the-antisocials:

This is literally what Terry Pratchett wears to conventions. 

What a good thing is Terry Pratchett.

As a rule I have to reblog Terry Pratchett, even if I’ve already done so before.

always reblog

wilwheaton:

bill:

javeliner:

hang on, wait a second

laughing hyterically as my stupid body is flung into the sun

I … um …

WT very F???

Train horns, far away

Train horns, far away

Dear Mother,

I remember vividly being a just-pre-teen and being painfully embarrassed by your love of trains. I remember going to the Smithsonian and visiting the train exhibit they had, which had audio of a train whistle. We’d listen to it, and it would make you so happy. That always made me uncomfortable. I didn’t understand it.

But I think that was at a time in your life when you felt lonely,…

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