December 2011
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Posting from my phone
Just so everyone knows I have been in no-broadband land aka Tipperary over Christmas. Not dead or married or having a breakdown. See you in a few days.
Love, B.
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"By the way, who taught you to dance?"
"You did"
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I need better words...
There just aren’t enough amazing words. There are so many things that we are at a loss to describe because our language just doesn’t cover it.
Or maybe there are words for them, but I don’t know them.
I want words for that moment where something is so cute that you just want to squeeze it.
I want a word for that feeling, when a song fully expresses something you thought that...
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Stephen: The reason we're not going to do this sketch is that it contains a great deal of sex and violence.
Hugh: A great deal.
Stephen: Lots of sex and violence.
Hugh: That's right. During the sketch, Stephen hits me several times with a golf club.
Stephen: Which of course wouldn't matter except that I do it very sexily.
Hugh: That's the trouble, you see. He does it so sexily. I wish you could see it.
Stephen: And then the sketch ends with us going to bed together...
Hugh: ...violently.
Stephen: Very, very violently. Now this raises problems.
Hugh: Not for me.
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Hey there followers
I could really do with someone to talk to right now. no, not meaningless asks, not looking for notes. I just want some of my online friends to be about. :D
Mysterious paper sculptures →
cupofwitt:
“One day in March, staff at the Scottish Poetry Library came across a wonderful creation, left anonymously on a table in the library. Carved from paper, mounted on a book and with a tag addressed to@byleaveswelive – the library’s Twitter account – reading:
It started with your name @byleaveswelive and became a tree.… … We know that a library is so much more than a building full of...
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grimoir:
-andrews:
the best song on the Moulin...
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Dear tumblr
Please stop eating all of my asks. I know, they’re tasty, I use only the very best words. But it means that I don’t get to talk to the people that I want to talk to, and that makes me sad.
I promise, I will bake you a big cake, if you just stop eating all of my words.
Hoping you are well,
B. x
