medieval:

Griffin.

medieval:

Griffin.

This is a great writing prompt.
Where would you go?
What would you do?
How fast would you go?

This is a great writing prompt.

Where would you go?

What would you do?

How fast would you go?

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got a Tumblr and my entire life’s online, oh.

indifferentchildoftheearth:

profitina:

10knotes:

ruinedreputations:

Reblog what you want but you’re never gonna break me.

Anons and their hate are never gonna shake me, no. Ohh, oh oh.

Reblog all daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay, scroll through the niiiiiiiiiight. My followeeeeers, always by my siiiiide.

0.0

lulz. #Truth

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sevenpoints:

laphamsquarterly:

Look, we’re only human. 

YOU OTHER READERS CAN’T DENYWHEN A BOOK WALKS IN WITH A GOOD PLOT BASEAND A BIG SPINE IN YOUR FACE YOU GET SPRUNGWANNA PULL OUT YOUR PENS‘CAUSE YOU NOTICED THAT BOOK WAS DENSEREADING, HALF-RIMS I’M WEARINGI’M HOOKED AND I CAN’T CARINGOH BABY I WANT AN E-READERAND A MEANINGFUL METERMY TEACHERS TRIED TO TRAIN METHAT BOOK YOU GOT MAKE ME SO BRAINY

sevenpoints:

laphamsquarterly:

Look, we’re only human. 

YOU OTHER READERS CAN’T DENY
WHEN A BOOK WALKS IN WITH A GOOD PLOT BASE
AND A BIG SPINE IN YOUR FACE YOU GET SPRUNG
WANNA PULL OUT YOUR PENS
‘CAUSE YOU NOTICED THAT BOOK WAS DENSE
READING, HALF-RIMS I’M WEARING
I’M HOOKED AND I CAN’T CARING
OH BABY I WANT AN E-READER
AND A MEANINGFUL METER
MY TEACHERS TRIED TO TRAIN ME
THAT BOOK YOU GOT MAKE ME SO BRAINY

I’d like my whiskey to go, please.


The Whisky Vending Machine, which mixes whiskey and soda, above was shown at the Second Automatic Vending Exhibition in London, 1960.


I’d like my whiskey to go, please.

The Whisky Vending Machine, which mixes whiskey and soda, above was shown at the Second Automatic Vending Exhibition in London, 1960.

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"Any man who can drive safely while kissing a pretty girl is simply not giving the kiss the attention it deserves."

— Albert Einstein

"Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty. Every man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths. We all derive from the same source. there is no mystery about the origin of things. We are all part of creation, all kings, all poets, all musicians; we have only to open up, only to discover what is already there."

— Henry Miller (via sweetpeapath)

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*thud*

*thud*

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sleepy cat

sleepy cat

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yes, please.

yes, please.

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