January 2011
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Reblog if you're going to have a totally awesome...
mini-toes:
Hah. Obviously.
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Why, thank you, positronicbrain :)
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Return that moon to its orbit!”
“I have no powers. Q, the ordinary.”
“Q, the...
– My single favorite exchange in TNG. WORF YOU’RE SO CRANKY THO. (via paintchipped)
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Also: umm,
thank you, frank41 (?)
(reason for “?”: what on earth can you be interested in here?)
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How many hipsters does it take to screw in a...
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livelaughawesome:
Two. One to do it, and one to find it ironic.
better punchline:
‘what, you don’t know?’
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It’s a really obscure number. You’ve probably never heard of it.
EDIT: TUMBLR ALREADY CAME UP WITH MY JOKE. NOW I HAVE TO GO CRY IN A CORNER FOR BEING UNORIGINAL.
:D (regarding everything about this post)
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thank you, ufocottoncandy :)
(And anyone I might have missed, I’m suspicious regarding the current number of followers…)
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rmlz. Surprised to still see you here, my friend.
But thank you anyway.
:)
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"Passage" by Vienna Teng
I died in a car crash two days ago Was unrecognizable When they pulled me from the gears No one’s fault, no one’s bottle No one’s teenage pride or throttle Our innocence is all the worse for fears The other walked away alive Arms wrapped now around his wife My lover sits, the silent eye In a hurricane of warmth and word My mother trembles with the sobs Whose absence...
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thank you, saintchimo :)
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There’s rivalry between the Harry Potter fans and the Twilight fans. And...
– Craig Ferguson (via erupthere)
YEAH XD
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There are days
when I just follow the content of the dashboard without reblogging anything. Just looking at the posts in kind of silent agreement.
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So, it's 2011.
Everyone’s getting back home, or waking up, or crawling out from under the bed where they have been hiding from the sun, hungover.
Everything’s back on track again.
Another year of tumbling begins (yes, tumbling, that’s what I intended to write, not tumblring, but tumbling. The site: Tumblr. Therefore: I tumbl, you tumbl, she/he/it tumbls….).
Yay.