January 2012
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“When the web started, I used to get really grumpy with people because they put...”
– Neil Gaiman on Copyright, Piracy, and the Commercial Value of the Web (X)
“Life isn’t about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.”
– George Bernard Shaw
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themusiclibrary:
The Wolves - Ben Howard
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assalom aleikum
Just spent the past two hours turning with whirling dervishes and eating this incredible blueberry lemon cheesecake tart that they made.
And the heat is fixed.
Life is so good.
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theboywiththepapercrown:
Little Beast
1 An all-night barbeque. A dance on the courthouse lawn. The radio aches a little tune that tells the story of what the night is thinking. It’s thinking of love. It’s thinking of stabbing us to death and leaving our bodies in a dumpster. That’s a nice touch, stains...
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themusiclibrary:
Blood - The Middle East
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FIRST LOOK: Giambattista Valli Spring 2012 Couture
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by Hamish Bowles
SEE THE SLIDESHOW With 24 hours to go before his spring haute couture show that he will present in the ravishing Louis Seize salons of the Hôtel de Crillon, Giambattista Valli (working in the ravishing eighteenth-century rooms of his own fashion headquarters a stone’s throw from the Rue du Faubourg Saint Honoré) is sporting his war wounds—fingers wrapped in plasters...
What happens if you fall in love with a writer?
karenfelloutofbedagain:
Lots of things might happen. That’s the thing about writers. They’re unpredictable. They might bring you eggs in bed for breakfast, or they might all but ignore you for days. They might bring you eggs in bed at three in the morning. Or they might wake you up for sex at three in the morning. Or make love at four in the afternoon. They might not sleep at all. Or they might...
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After nearly an hour and a half
of Skype calls, phone calls, messages, texts, walking away, extraction, avoidance, and something about trolls:
“Thank you for being my friend,” he said quietly over the phone. Almost inaudible, but just there.
“You’re welcome,” I whispered back in the echoing stairwell. “I’ll call you tomorrow. I love you.”
I love you, I love you, I love...
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