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"so maybe you should stop trying to find yourself in other people’s eyes"

Tue, 14 Sep 2010 22:12:39 +0800

“so maybe you should stop trying to find yourself in other people’s eyes”

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Mon, 13 Sep 2010 17:20:53 +0800

fuckyeahtattoos: A quote by the Buddha - My mantra to myself....

Sun, 08 Aug 2010 13:35:00 +0800

fuckyeahtattoos:

A quote by the Buddha - My mantra to myself. Tattoo by Kim Reed.

i love you, unaware-of-the-irony tattoo girl.

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Fri, 06 Aug 2010 09:28:44 +0800

fuckyeahads: Ads for Pilot Extra-Fine ballpens. nobody pimps...

Wed, 04 Aug 2010 16:13:59 +0800

fuckyeahads:

Ads for Pilot Extra-Fine ballpens.

nobody pimps lego like a pilot extra fine

one of those social convention things

Wed, 04 Aug 2010 16:01:00 +0800

Why can’t you tell friends of the opposite sex that you miss them?

Say they’ve been AWOL. You miss hanging out. So why is it so difficult to pick the phone up and say ‘dude I missed you’ without implying that you want to bodyslam them against the nearest wall and suck on their face like a cola-flavoured Chupa Chup?

You don’t just come out and say it. Even though you mean it. It’s a loaded sentence. It’s a verbal bomb.

And you can’t clarify it. For instance, “Dude, I missed you! But only as a friend. A platonic, male friend. Whom I occasionally hang out with and have no romantic inclinations towards whatsoever.” You can’t say that.

You might as well paint DENIAL on your forehead. In chocolate.

The only other way to say it is as though you’re speaking on behalf of a collective: “Dude, we missed you.”

Not only does it come off as insincere (“Oh look, there’s What’s-his-face, stall him until someone remembers his name”), but it brings to mind the idea that an actual meeting was had to decide this.

Kind of like a mini funeral. Without a dead person. Which is creepy.

(Speaking of which: do midgets have mini funerals? I’m sorry, stars of Little People Big World, Frankie Muniz and other worthy midgets. But that’s an awful lot of coffin space going to waste right there. )

And you can’t even say that unless you’re sitting with at least one other person. Otherwise your backup will be a wall and a chair. “The chair missed you! Look, your butt print is still there from when you sat on it!”

The other, roundabout way to say it is to wait until a huge chunk of your friends disappears and you can say it, as a group, when they return. “I missed you guys!” Unfortunately, this is rare, and unless you personally facilitate this by pushing some of them off a cliff it’s not going to happen.

(That being said, who wants to go on a hike next Saturday?)

Other failed sentences include:

“I missed hanging out.” This means: I have no friends.

“I missed talking to you.” Wall, bodyslam, Chupa Chups, now. Also, let’s get married.

“I missed picking on you.” I have abusive issues.

There just isn’t a way to say it.

Well… I missed you, man.

nevver: Hark! A Vagrant

Mon, 28 Jun 2010 20:01:42 +0800

nevver:

Hark! A Vagrant

theonlymagicleftisart: (Sven Pauwel)

Sun, 27 Jun 2010 20:00:43 +0800

theonlymagicleftisart:

(Sven Pauwel)

nevver: Flight of the Conchords

Sat, 26 Jun 2010 08:43:47 +0800

nevver:

Flight of the Conchords

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Fri, 25 Jun 2010 10:20:44 +0800

"Look at others, look at yourself - find the humanity in both. That’s how you write something that..."

Wed, 23 Jun 2010 08:00:00 +0800

“Look at others, look at yourself - find the humanity in both. That’s how you write something that matters.”

- Brian McDonald

THIS is the very very bestest part of UP. It kills me every...

Tue, 22 Jun 2010 00:05:00 +0800

THIS is the very very bestest part of UP. It kills me every time. I watched it in a department store once and I was in floods right there before God and the bangla shop assistants and I didn’t care, it was that good.

However, the rest of the movie was frankly unwatchable, thanks to this guy:

I confess I spent most of Up hoping Carl would punch him in the face. Later, when Carl softened out on me (the traitor) I began wondering if I would be allowed to do it once the movie was over. Or kick him in the pants. Just once! Once! It would be - oh God yes! - so satisfying.

On second thoughts, I might lose my shoe in there. I’ll have to think about it.

"And we will all bake together when we bake There’ll be nobody present at the wake With..."

Sun, 20 Jun 2010 08:40:01 +0800

“And we will all bake together when we bake
There’ll be nobody present at the wake
With complete participation
In that grand incineration
Nearly three billion hunks of well-done steak”

- “We Will All Go Together When We Go”, Tom Lehrer

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Sun, 20 Jun 2010 07:29:04 +0800

fuckyeahfunnythings:

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Sat, 19 Jun 2010 23:01:15 +0800

(via fuckyeahprettygirls)

(via revolvers)

Sat, 19 Jun 2010 22:57:19 +0800

(via revolvers)

Note to Self: beware of the "too"-ers

Sat, 19 Jun 2010 22:53:53 +0800

Note to Self: beware of the "too"-ers:

you know who they are. those people who say that you’re too tall, too short, too fat, too thin, too young, too old, too inexperienced. the ones who say that you dream too much, question too much, wander too much, trust too much, giggle too much {yes, I once had a professor who told me that I…

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Sat, 19 Jun 2010 13:31:00 +0800

holy guacamole, you guys. click this.

Sat, 19 Jun 2010 13:10:00 +0800

holy guacamole, you guys. click this.:

relocated safely to new tumblr. the ark is okay. all pairs of animals accounted for.

i wanted to be joanneau dot tumblr dot com, but to my undying horror IT WAS ALREADY TAKEN. by another girl named joanne au.

i was flabbergasted. i was floored. i was fascinated. there was another me in the world.

apart from her apparent inability to phantom the depth of feelings in her heart (sure is hard to spook them feelings) and her overfondness for rainbows and huge blocks of text, she makes me pretty happy. i like her.

go, other me!

love the idea that emma watson, daniel radcliffe and rupert...

Sat, 19 Jun 2010 12:51:01 +0800

love the idea that emma watson, daniel radcliffe and rupert grint must have stood patiently in a row with their butts in the air, waiting on all fours for the concrete to set.