When did math become my life? I miss the days when I was academically engrossed in chemistry and physics and the entire world.
Oh well. We'll always have Paris.
I can’t correctly say “Shinichiro Watanabe” and “Yoko Kanno” in the same sentence. But if I could I would find myself needing a clean pair of pants.
Battlestar Galactica (The Shape of Things to Come) (by yarealpoof)
I keep playing this. Over and over. Endlessly.
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
Ollie and Pancake!!
my roommate drew my cat and her cat!
N.A.M.P. - Kein Bock auf Schule! (Musikvideo) [HD] (by NAMPmusic)
Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me. You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. ‘Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Shit Chicagoans Say (by ChicagoBacon)
Travis Porter - Cake Music Video (Lil Stripper Girls) (by whoistravisporter)
BITTE KEINE TAGS! Vielen Dank!
No Tags Please! Thank you!
Ok! No Tags sorry”Quelle: stadtjunge
Ebony
1975 Vol. 30, No. 9