January 2012
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The next life has more oxygen in it and classical lines, it is set lower into...
– Hugh Behm-Steinberg, Fireflies (via grammatolatry)
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My Fellow Tumblrers:
laureltastic:
anoncentral:
Consider this your call to action.
I know that we all love this site as an expression of our individuality, but the fact of the matter is, we are under attack. And what we do is distracting us from that fact.
The American government now has all the records from Megaupload’s servers. Do you know what that means for you? That means that if you have ever used...
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Because FF.NET won’t let me upload a .doc right now. Pfft.
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Title: Every time
Pairing: Nine/Rose, Ten/Rose, Eleven/Rose
Summary: Throughout all the ages of the world, he still loved her. Loves her. Will love her. A timey-wimey story of red bicycles, ivory dresses, and cracks in the universe. Written for Challenge 94 at then_theres_us LiveJournal community.
Disclaimer: None of these...
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Christopher Eccleston is a) a brilliant actor as we all know, I mean that’s...
– Billie Piper, Doctor Who, Project Who? (BBC Audio), May 2, 2005 (via norhythmthatsme)
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If you see a link to a "new" Megaupload DO NOT...
unicornslushie:
It can land you in prison for 10 years. Clicking the link opens up something that will force you to perform a DDoS attack on certain websites (for example, the MPAA website). The goal is to take all of the websites down, but, it can get a lot of people who don’t know what’s going on in trouble.
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Tribe We followed the water as far as it would take us, which was forever. Each time we moved, we were careful to leave a broken arrowhead in the hearth ashes to make sure our ghosts could not follow. Do not remember this. It is better now. You can fly, and your fire is invisible. No dead will ever shadow you. No beast will trace your steps. No unbidden voice will whisper dread into your nights....
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Elegy For My Sex Life Goodbye, closing credits and kissing till the lights came up. Farewell, feathers and patchouli, slowdancing and waterbeds, which I worshipped like Stations of the Cross. Stickiness and soapslide, all that gliding and lingering: goodbye, goodbye, goodbye. Adios, palm-ache and saddle-ache and you, too, rugburn. Au revoir, opera gloves, black satin swallowing the elbow, toasts...
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The people who love us, I mean really love us, accept us. When we are truly...
– Emotional Abuse: When Guilt is a Weapon
(via jaraconnell)
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December 2011
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