Why secondhand bookstores (and libraries!) smell...
mcnallyjackson: powells: Lignin, the stuff that prevents all trees from adopting the weeping habit, is a polymer made up of units that are closely related to vanillin. When made into paper and stored for years, it breaks down and smells good. Which is how divine providence has arranged for secondhand bookstores to smell like good quality vanilla absolute, subliminally stoking a...
just something to inspire you
thirdplaceteens: A few months ago I stumbles upon this story. Cristina Page took this self portrait back in 2002. About a year ago she was contacted by a designer working for Penguin publishing about using the image. And today, this was released. Cristina Page’s photo is now the cover art for Julia Karr’s novel XVI. To read Cristina’s story, click here.
In which Amber's typos are funny
Amber: I need to find someone for our sisters to do in the wedding
Amber: I don't knoooow
tartdarling: Wait, whut
Amber: haha I don't want iether my sister, or Josh's sister, as bridesmaids
Amber: so I don't know what to do with them
tartdarling: Oh! Reread what you sent me honey
tartdarling: That's why I was like whaaaat
Amber: thanks brain
Sadly this is commonplace for my IM convos
Steve: Ahahahahahahahaha! Then you shoot invite me to join as a photographer. ;)
tartdarling: Haha, yes but you would end up molesting my boyfriend if that was the case.
Steve: Yeah? So?
tartdarling: Yeah but then I'd be giving up my sexy time to be the photographer!
Steve: Yeah? So?
tartdarling: Clearly sexy time is all about me. Duh.
Steve: ...not if I'm the dictator, duh.
tartdarling: Psh. It would still be all about me. I'd make certain of it.
Steve: Sure. Like "Is my lighting right for this cockshot?" :P
tartdarling: If you are dictator, you can make a professional photograph your junk.
Steve: I would deem you my royal cockshot photographer. Just make sure you have a narrow angle lens with good zoom.
tartdarling: Hey as long as I don't have to be the royal fluffer too we're good.
Steve: That's part of the job description.
Steve: There. It's official.
tartdarling: Dammit. You've been talking to Joe about my skills again haven't you?
Into The Mystic →
One of my favorite songs by one of my favorite artists covered by another of my favorite artists. It’s like a musical trifecta.
Now, boys may find [thinness and breast implants] hot now, but I don’t think...– John Green (via arqueete)
This is why I love my friend Tati
Tati: My dearest Renee, please inform my boyfriend of what the fiercest weapon known to humankind is...
Me: A chancla in the hands of a mexican woman.
Me: Is he not terrified of the chancla?
Tati: He knows not the terror and fury of the chancla, he still thinks that knives and guns are scary, amateur.
He will soon enough though, he's integrated into my family so sooner or later that poor soul will learn to flinch when he sees a Mexican woman bend down to take off one single shoe.
Me: I weep for him. The first time is always the worst. The bloodbath, the nightmares, it's just something you can't unsee.
Tati: He's crying now, he's crawling in the fetal position scared for his life, as he should. Unless you fear and respect the chancla you're gonna get beat to a pulp by it.
Me: It's a hard lesson to learn, but sadly a necessary one. And just think, he didn't even insult her cooking!
Tati: Haha he was asking me about that, that's how the conversation about chanclas got started, he asked me if my mom had daggers shooting out of her eyes and I said "worse, she had chanclas coming out of her eyes" and he had no idea what they were, and when I told them they were the most terrifying weapon known to humanity he didn't believe me, so I texted you out of the blue to prove it.