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hi. i'm m. im not human, i am dove.

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eudaemaniacal:

dont sing on the bus, to ehatevers in ur headphones. no materer how good u think ur voice is dont, do this to me. dont do that.

a siren is on the bus. her unearthly song has enchanted even the driver and as we are careening off a bridge to our watery grave, my fellow passengers lave her feet w/ their kisses. her voice is bewitching, heartrending. i grow increasingly bugeyed and lean over to her. “quit it” i say “fucking. quit that”

dont sing on the bus, to ehatevers in ur headphones. no materer how good u think ur voice is dont, do this to me. dont do that.

2brwngrls:

zebablah:

so people suggested i do this so i’m doing it even though i feel awkward as fuq - reblog/donate if you can but no biggie if you can’t! i’m gonna figure this out somehow but it would be awesome if i could get a laptop before sundance at least. :\

haven’t been able to do the podcast because my mac ain’t shit!

- Z

hey

please help zeba

on the upside the countertenor is totally unreal

i even had someone skip a line five deep and come up to the table to tell her name in my ear and get irate because i was trying to find the ppl in line in the will call rather than her

well

that was a great CONCERT but our computers stopped working abt ten minutes before the door closed and also no one has any concept of personal space and kept trying to come behind the table. every senior citizen is perfectly willing to murder every other senior citizen, if it means they can come to the front of the line

zimmingham asked:
i showed the confirmed video to my mom and her conclusion is u are both very cute

confirmed

harvestfaery:

iatrogenic:

harvestfaery:

me: shit, if all of the bees are dying, i should buy as much honey as i can so i can grow more bees!

me: wait

wouldn’t it be immensely awesome if that worked though

i don’t know, i’d be worried about leaving it laying around too long, and then it would spontaneously develop bees, and i would not be okay with that.

you got a dead lion anywhere, dead lion, anyone got a dead lion

avianeurope:

Caspian plover (Charadrius asiaticus) »by Adrian Drummond-Hill

:V

avianeurope:

Caspian plover (Charadrius asiaticus) »by Adrian Drummond-Hill

:V

blurds replied to your post:jfranzen please
Are you fucking serious

it IS vintage franzen but i guess that just makes it, like, a WE HAVE ALWAYS FRANZENED, WE WILL ALWAYS FRANZEN, FRANZ IS ETERNAL

tagged:  blurds  
fehyesvintagemanga:

Miuchi Suzue — Glass Mask

fehyesvintagemanga:

Miuchi Suzue — Glass Mask

greenseer:

psychology today files st paul as a minneapolis neighborhood hoo hoo hoo

ST PAUL SUKS

sketchamagowza:

get up

sketchamagowza:

get up

fehyesvintagemanga:

Miuchi Suzue — Glass Mask

fehyesvintagemanga:

Miuchi Suzue — Glass Mask

tagged:  hi  
jfranzen please

"I was frankly irritated by the author’s choice of Lila Mae as the protagonist. Although it’s technically impressive and theoretically laudable when a male novelist succeeds in inhabiting a female persona, something about the actual practice makes me uneasy. Is the heroine doing double duty as the novelist’s fantasy sex object? Is the writer trying to colonize fictional territory that rightfully belongs to women? Or does the young literato, lacking the perks of power and feeling generally smallened by the culture, perhaps believe himself to be, at some deep level, not male at all? I confess to being unappetized by all three possibilities; and so, fairly or not, I found myself wishing that Whitehead had written about a man"