My life in neon.
(Source: hannahforprez, via nonnonmodernist)
- Metronome: Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
- Me: How does this rhythm work again?
- Metronome: Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
- Me:
- Metronome: Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
- Me: *tries to clap through rhythm*
- Metronome: Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
- Me:
- Metronome: Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
- Me: SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP!
Brian Top Cop is in my DNA
Sandra Morning
Brian looks frsutratedWhen Brian Lane first used Twitter. Trying to fit his words in a 140 characters
Poor Earl of Northumberland. Twitter is like that.
(Heh. Yeah, Joe Armstrong’s dad. I get the feeling growing up with him would be a real experience. In a mostly good way, probably! I find myself really charmed by him whenever I encounter his work or in interviews.)
If this doesn’t make you happy you have no soul
Or tiny shoes
Me every time I get new shoes.
(Source: rollingbarrel, via zartlila)
Not enough Joe Armstrong in my life today. Greener pastures/YouTube, here I come.
(Source: nicotineandalcoholsavedmylife-)
One more round of edits on Chapter 6 of Innogen and the Hungry Half. I definitely look like this a little.
Sorry, guys. Most of the time, I’m really, really not cool.
(Source: hounddogsrunning)
Ladies Who Love Tea
This is a picture of girls from the internet. Or art school. Or both. Have I mentioned I love tea?
I love tea.
So much GPOY, I can’t even.
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