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Winnipeg. Female. One time I touched John Green's crotch.


My url is based on this xkcd comic.


Ask me things.

fuckyeah1990s:

some1 is selling this for $230 on ebay…


mescalineforbreakfast:

Kinda wanna have sex

Kinda wanna sleep for 12 hours

Kinda wanna eat 2 large pizzas 


whatsagarb said: do you ship troyler

dennys:

we are a restaurant  

suggestivecacti:

“When Van Gogh was a young man in his early twenties, he was in London studying to be a clergyman. He had no thought of being an artist at all. he sat in his cheap little room writing a letter to his younger brother in Holland, whom he loved very much. He looked out his window at a watery twilight, a thin lamppost, a star, and he said in his letter something like this: “it is so beautiful I must show you how it looks.” And then on his cheap ruled note paper, he made the most beautiful, tender, little drawing of it. When I read this letter of Van Gogh’s it comforted me very much and seemed to throw a clear light on the whole road of Art. Before, I thought that to produce a work of painting or literature, you scowled and thought long and ponderously and weighed everything solemnly and learned everything that all artists had ever done aforetime, and what their influences and schools were, and you were extremely careful about *design* and *balance* and getting *interesting planes* into your painting, and avoided, with the most astringent severity, showing the faintest *academical* tendency, and were strictly modern. And so on and so on. But the moment I read Van Gogh’s letter I knew what art was, and the creative impulse. It is a feeling of love and enthusiasm for something, and in a direct, simple, passionate and true way, you try to show this beauty in things to others, by drawing it. And Van Gogh’s little drawing on the cheap note paper was a work of art because he loved the sky and the frail lamppost against it so seriously that he made the drawing with the most exquisite conscientiousness and care.”

— Brenda UelandIf You Want to Write: A Book about Art, Independence and Spirit (via raggedybearcat)


humansofnewyork:

"Whenever my parents got mad, my sisters and I would climb into the branches of a tree behind our house. We’d play games up there and weave the leaves into our hair. Now whenever I have a bad customer or I’m getting yelled at by the boss, I try to imagine that tree."
(Ho Chi Minh City / Saigon, Vietnam)

humansofnewyork:

"Whenever my parents got mad, my sisters and I would climb into the branches of a tree behind our house. We’d play games up there and weave the leaves into our hair. Now whenever I have a bad customer or I’m getting yelled at by the boss, I try to imagine that tree."

(Ho Chi Minh City / Saigon, Vietnam)


15-year-old me: MOM I'm practically an ADULT ugggh you never let me do ANYTHING in olden times i could get MARRIED *eye roll into another dimension*
me now: for my birthday i want food and to stay on your health insurance

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