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kdecember:

myshoesuntied:

colinwinnette's chapbook Follow Through, featured in the new issue of heavyfeatherreview is the rattled love I neeeeed right now. 

favorite right now

"I am good at going and going and persistently recalibrating my understanding of what’s been accomplished."
I’m not all that good at that, but I’m working on it.

kdecember:

myshoesuntied:

colinwinnette's chapbook Follow Through, featured in the new issue of heavyfeatherreview is the rattled love I neeeeed right now. 

favorite right now

"I am good at going and going and persistently recalibrating my understanding of what’s been accomplished."

I’m not all that good at that, but I’m working on it.

(via thoughtsupnorth)

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ghosturs:

*stays alive just in case things get better*

They’d better! Or else I’ll…I’ll…just kEEP ON LIVING UNTIL THEY DO.

(via memewhore)

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overlypolitebisexual:

cat people: dogs are cool too
dog people: cats don’t feel love did you know a cat once MURDERED my MOTHER

(via memewhore)

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Man, only one day at the gym and I’ve already got abs like a superhero!

Man, only one day at the gym and I’ve already got abs like a superhero!

No.
You stop that right now.
I don’t find this very bunny.

No.

You stop that right now.

I don’t find this very bunny.

Source: iraffiruse

captain-rel:

splendidbuttsex:

just the vehicle I need for the zombie apocalypse

I like that everything but the tiny little blue bug gets destroyedLike CRUSHCRUSHCRUSHCRUSHCRUSHCRUSHCRUSHboinktotally ok

BOINK

captain-rel:

splendidbuttsex:

just the vehicle I need for the zombie apocalypse

I like that everything but the tiny little blue bug gets destroyed
Like CRUSHCRUSHCRUSHCRUSHCRUSHCRUSHCRUSH
boink
totally ok

BOINK

(via homo-germany)

Source: bonjour700

deycallmetrey:

I’m so weak rn

deycallmetrey:

I’m so weak rn

(via homo-germany)

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I went to the gym today! I could only put on a pitiable amount of weight and was there for maybe 20 minutes, but I’m seeing this as establishing a baseline and asking my body to do what it’s capable of right now.

I also had another random good conversation, this time with the woman behind the counter. And in the course of talking with the guy at the restaurant, I’ve got a possible contact for someone to have a look at the 2nd furnace in my place. The pilot light won’t stay on. I’ve done a fair bit of tinkering with furnaces—diagnosed the problem with an old oil-fired boiler; fixed another one (and managed to melt the tip of a flat-head screwdriver, oops!)—but this one’s got me stumped. If it were my own place, I’d gleefully tear it apart, but with age comes my dosage of boundless wisdom, so I’m willing to get some stranger with his own crowbar to do it for me.

I guess. It’s just so boring.

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I can’t decide if my default reaction to emulate the person I’m talking with is creepy or nifty. Just now I started chatting with a guy at the restaurant where I got some food to go (carne adovada, mmm). He has a New Mexico accent and without thinking I adopted the same accent while talking with him.

I’m going with “nifty”.

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A Florida man convicted of first-degree murder for fatally shooting a teenager in an argument over loud music outside a Jacksonville convenience store has been sentenced to life in prison without parole. (link)

And people wonder what could possibly be wrong with a robust interpretation of the 2nd Amendment.

Hot dog restaurant in Rochester. (Did I post this already? It was in my Drafts folder but I feel like I did. Oh well.)

Hot dog restaurant in Rochester. (Did I post this already? It was in my Drafts folder but I feel like I did. Oh well.)

Late, but a photo of the room graciously afforded me during my time with J&A&N. I never used the desk and hardly put any clothes in the dresser. Because that’s the lengths my stupid “don’t want to impose on other people” instinct will go.
I love my brain, I really do. It does good science, keeps me on my toes with random words I forgot the meaning of, and comes up with jokes that make me laugh. But sometimes, brain, you complicate things for no good reason. And that’s something we really need to work on.

Late, but a photo of the room graciously afforded me during my time with J&A&N. I never used the desk and hardly put any clothes in the dresser. Because that’s the lengths my stupid “don’t want to impose on other people” instinct will go.

I love my brain, I really do. It does good science, keeps me on my toes with random words I forgot the meaning of, and comes up with jokes that make me laugh. But sometimes, brain, you complicate things for no good reason. And that’s something we really need to work on.

This is aimed squarely at my high school best friend Derek, whom I haven’t talked to in years but at the drop of a hat would sell a kidney or politely rob a convenience store to get cash if he contacted me and said he needed me right then.

This is aimed squarely at my high school best friend Derek, whom I haven’t talked to in years but at the drop of a hat would sell a kidney or politely rob a convenience store to get cash if he contacted me and said he needed me right then.

(via startrekrenegades)

Source: positivedoodles

oroxine:

poyzn:

There is someone out there for everybody.

It just might be a goose.

(via tyleroakley)

Source: poyzn

lbjlibrary:

Oct. 20-21, 1967. The March on the Pentagon begins.

100,000 people arrive in Washington on Friday and convene Saturday morning at the Lincoln Memorial and Reflecting Pool on the Mall. The weather is sunny and pleasant, and so far the mood is calm. 

LBJ Library photo 7051-33, and 7051-35, public domain. 

(via pbsthisdayinhistory)

Source: lbjlibrary