1. “Lie down and look up at the ceiling and breathe with those curiously fragile lungs of yours and remind yourself: Don’t worry. Don’t worry. All is as it was meant to be. It was meant to be lonely and terrifying and unfair and heaving. Don’t worry.”

    – The Faceless Old Woman Who Secretly Lives in Your Home, Night Vale #31.5,”Condos” (via elucipher)

    (Source: headofporridge, via actualginnyweasley)

  2. amerahames:

the fragility

    amerahames:

    the fragility

    (via valerie2776)

  3. It’s the best day of the year. #quesadillacon

    It’s the best day of the year. #quesadillacon


  4. 13 Sep 2014   12 notes  
  5. melissaanelli:

leakycon:

Our Throwback Thursday today is to the incredible singalong of Bohemian Rhapsody that happened after it became Esther Day at LeakyCon 2014.
Also make sure to check out the live crowd viewing of our Esther Day video, which culminated with the confetti shower you see above.

ALL THE CONFETTI!… this is one of my favorite memories. ever.

This felt like such a gift to me, after watching the incredible Esther Day video—a gift of a different sort—to have confetti and singing and dancing and friends hugging with the room full of glowing lights. The perfect celebration.

    melissaanelli:

    leakycon:

    Our Throwback Thursday today is to the incredible singalong of Bohemian Rhapsody that happened after it became Esther Day at LeakyCon 2014.

    Also make sure to check out the live crowd viewing of our Esther Day video, which culminated with the confetti shower you see above.

    ALL THE CONFETTI!… this is one of my favorite memories. ever.

    This felt like such a gift to me, after watching the incredible Esther Day video—a gift of a different sort—to have confetti and singing and dancing and friends hugging with the room full of glowing lights. The perfect celebration.


  6. 11 Sep 2014   188 notes  

    (Source: donnajosh, via westwingwisdom)


    11 Sep 2014   146 notes  
  7. Were I Not Frail and Half Broken Inside

    fishingboatproceeds:

    Were I not frail and half broken inside,
    I wouldn’t be thinking of them, who are, like me, half broken inside.
    I would not climb the cemetery hill by the church
    To get rid of my self pity.
    Crazy Sophies,
    Michaels who lost every battle,
    Self-destructive Agathas
    Lie under crosses with their dates of birth and death. And who
    Is going to express them? Their mumblings, weepings, hopes, tears of humiliation?
    In hospital muck and the smell of urine,
    With their weak and contorted limbs,
    And eternity close by. Improper. Indecent.
    Like a dollhouse crushed by wheels, like
    An elephant trampling a beetle, an ocean drowning an island.
    Our stupidity and childishness do nothing to fit us
    For this variety of last things.
    They had no time to grasp anything of their individual lives,
    Any principium individuationis.
    Nor do I grasp it, yet what can I do?
    Enclosed all my life in a nutshell,
    Trying in vain to become something
    Completely different from what I was.

    Thus we go down into the earth, my fellow parishioners,
    With the hope that the trumpet of judgment will call us by our names.
    Instead of eternity, greenness and the movement of clouds.
    They rise then, thousands of Sophies, Michaels, Matthews,
    Marias, Agathas, Bartholomews.
    So at last they know why
    And for what reason?

    –Czeslaw Milosz

    (I first heard this poem read by Robert Hass on the NPR program Fresh Air, on September 21st, 2001.)

    (via fishingboatproceeds)


  8. 11 Sep 2014   9,332 notes  
  9. edwardspoonhands:

maggieoletamaedeever:

fishingboatproceeds:

edwardspoonhands:

Holy. Crap. I just found an email argument between me and some random internet person about evolution and creationism. Apparently I thought this was important enough to print out and save for TWENTY YEARS!!!

Cannot tell you how many times I’ve been on the phone with Hank and it’s clear he isn’t listening and then I say you’re not listening and then he says, “Hold on someone on the Internet is wrong about something.”

You just got reblogged and commented on by John Green! Be honored !

He’s…he’s my brother…

    edwardspoonhands:

    maggieoletamaedeever:

    fishingboatproceeds:

    edwardspoonhands:

    Holy. Crap. I just found an email argument between me and some random internet person about evolution and creationism. Apparently I thought this was important enough to print out and save for TWENTY YEARS!!!

    Cannot tell you how many times I’ve been on the phone with Hank and it’s clear he isn’t listening and then I say you’re not listening and then he says, “Hold on someone on the Internet is wrong about something.”

    You just got reblogged and commented on by John Green! Be honored !

    He’s…he’s my brother…

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