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Nov
23rd
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don’t worry, i love you!

don’t worry, i love you!

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Girls Just Wanna Have Fun by Twin Atlantic
originally by Cyndi Lauper

fun fact of the day: i am completely defenseless against british accents (this also expands to accommodate the scots.)

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Be willing to be uncomfortable. Be comfortable being uncomfortable. It may get tough, but it’s a small price to pay for living a dream.
— Peter McWilliams
Nov
22nd
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Nov
21st
Sat
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We must be our own before we can be another’s.

Blah blah blah I’m Ralph Waldo Emerson. blah blah blah.

No seriously, though.

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Ralph Waldo Emerson (via stirringofbirds) (via notisaidthesam)

Fuck you Ralph Waldo Emerson says ALL the best shit.

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We must be our own before we can be another’s.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
Nov
17th
Tue
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My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2009-11-15)
  1. Alexi Murdoch (30) 
  2. Le Roi Lion (23) 
  3. Butch Walker (20) 
  4. Symphony of Science (14) 
  5. Sufjan Stevens (12) 

Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
Nov
14th
Sat
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“I came upon twin fawns in the display case of a mom and pop toy and science store in Kansas City, Missouri. It took me two years to win the trust of the shop owner and save the money to buy them. A taxidermist spotted a dead deer by the side of the road. He stopped to properly dispose of the body and realized she was pregnant. He opened her and found near full-term twin fawns, he removed and preserved them. Deer rarely have twins and the taxidermist retained the uterine gesture of their bodies. I built them a vitrine with a light blue base. Their prematurity exaggerates the delicacy of an incredibly sweet thing. The points of their hooves, the length of their lashes, the spots of their hides, nose to small nose in an ur-cartoonish realism … Viewers’ eyes trick them into believing the fawns are breathing. The tragedy of beauty is its transience. The twins live forever in their own demise. They are sleeping beauties.They have been muses since I first saw them … We dress death in lilies and bronze the names of our dead sons on walls. We erect altars of toys and hold candlelight vigils to express hope. My twin fawns sleep endlessly on their baby blue block in my studio. The twins never opened their eyes yet their wondrous fatality evokes an acceptable alternative to death.” — Peregrine Honig

“I came upon twin fawns in the display case of a mom and pop toy and science store in Kansas City, Missouri. It took me two years to win the trust of the shop owner and save the money to buy them. A taxidermist spotted a dead deer by the side of the road. He stopped to properly dispose of the body and realized she was pregnant. He opened her and found near full-term twin fawns, he removed and preserved them.

Deer rarely have twins and the taxidermist retained the uterine gesture of their bodies. I built them a vitrine with a light blue base. Their prematurity exaggerates the delicacy of an incredibly sweet thing. The points of their hooves, the length of their lashes, the spots of their hides, nose to small nose in an ur-cartoonish realism … Viewers’ eyes trick them into believing the fawns are breathing. The tragedy of beauty is its transience.

The twins live forever in their own demise. They are sleeping beauties.They have been muses since I first saw them … We dress death in lilies and bronze the names of our dead sons on walls. We erect altars of toys and hold candlelight vigils to express hope. My twin fawns sleep endlessly on their baby blue block in my studio. The twins never opened their eyes yet their wondrous fatality evokes an acceptable alternative to death.”

— Peregrine Honig