January 2012
December 2011
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“Perhaps we don’t like what we see: our hips, our loss of hair, our shoe size,...”
– Sufjan Stevens (via o-valencia)
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jocelynlui:
Cranky Pressman
I wouldn’t mind going to Cranky Camp…
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Huge Magazine February 2012 "the Trickstar" →
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yes
I did just spend the last 20 minutes going through Nikki’s blog up to the last time I looked at it.
yes, I reblogged a lot of things
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the-king-of-ponytails:
for christmas i want a photo album full of thom and ed standing near each other so i can cry over their height difference
maybe next year, nikki
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It's time for the King of Limbs From The Basement...
RULES:
Drink when:
1. Closeup of Thom’s beard
2. Colin’s Bass Face
3. Thom spasming
4. Ed looking sad
5. When Clive is shown but not Phil
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you used to be alright: Dead Now →
katharoi:
And after all the parties and the reunions and those funerals and everything, I remembered that we had buried a time capsule. Perhaps we were already old friends when we had the plan; fill a sealed box with our secrets and bury it. I think the idea was to dig it up when all our secrets had become aged and meaningless and didn’t hurt and couldn’t break anything.
I’m here now typing...
