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Axton from Borderlands 2 Cosplay by RebelliousDantePhotograpy...

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 13:00:10 -0400

Axton from Borderlands 2
Cosplay by RebelliousDante
Photograpy by LJinto

animationbits: migizi: Beautiful animation and catchy song....

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 00:49:58 -0400

migizi:

Beautiful animation and catchy song. Enjoy. :)

Ahh ! this has some lovely moments and is super charming, does anyone know what studio did this ?

apoetreflects: As If Love were cool and simple, jade against skin. As if early gifts could negate...

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 00:11:23 -0400

apoetreflects:

As If Love

were cool and simple, jade against skin.
As if early gifts could negate late inattention.
The ways she just stands there, tippety
with counterweights, hands jammed in pockets.
As if even my seeing them would be a thanks
I don’t deserve. As if her wrists, bare as the day
I pinned them to the table, and oh her mouth,
never-ready, like the elbow she used to offer me,
to steer her smiling into the sea of smiles.
As if trust didn’t sail in both directions.

—Ellen Doré Watson, from Dogged Hearts: Poems (Tupelo Press, 2010)

plumpkerb: kawaiiabetes: is he about to cry because i’m...

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 22:17:57 -0400

plumpkerb:

kawaiiabetes:

is he about to cry because i’m seriously about to cry if he is

bill nye for a vulcan in the next star trek~

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Sun, 16 Jun 2013 19:23:27 -0400

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Sun, 16 Jun 2013 17:53:35 -0400

gnarly: that one person everyone loves and you’re just like w h y

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 12:52:23 -0400

gnarly:

that one person everyone loves and you’re just like

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Sat, 15 Jun 2013 15:04:23 -0400

before the beginning, after the great war between Heaven and...

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 11:38:53 -0400

before the beginning, after the great war between Heaven and Hell, God created the Earth and gave dominion over it to the crafty ape he called man. and to each generation was born a creature of light and a creature of darkness. and great armies clashed by night in the ancient war between good and evil. there was magic then, nobility, and unimaginable cruelty. and so it was until the day that a false sun exploded over Trinity, and man forever traded away wonder for reason.

nitanahkohe: Yup’ik basket weavers, Larry McNeil (Tlingit)

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 01:17:36 -0400

nitanahkohe:

Yup’ik basket weavers, Larry McNeil (Tlingit)

okayophelia: tacticalnymphomania: nellachronism: loveforalia: You know you had a Catholic...

Thu, 13 Jun 2013 23:47:36 -0400

okayophelia:

tacticalnymphomania:

nellachronism:

loveforalia:

You know you had a Catholic upbringing when somebody says “May the force be with you” and your instant reaction is to reply with “And also with you”.

Lift up your lightsabers.

We lift them up to the lord.

Let us give thanks to the Force our guide.

It is right to give the Force thanks and praise.

Introducing my Mom to Phoenix Wright because I’m… I’m a good daughter? Is that...

Thu, 13 Jun 2013 23:22:00 -0400

Introducing my Mom to Phoenix Wright because I’m… I’m a good daughter? Is that something a good daughter does?

amandapalmer: tattoos come into my life a lot, but this one...

Thu, 13 Jun 2013 22:44:11 -0400

amandapalmer:

tattoos come into my life a lot, but this one broke my heart open.

neil and i both see a lot of tattoos of our words and works on people’s skin, and we have lots of weird tattoo anecdotes. last night I signed the inside of a girls thigh at the littlefield show and recommended that she walk home bowlegged because seriously that shit will sweat right the fuck off on a hot New York night. neil proudly tells the tale of the time someone got his signature on their arm in a signing line and then returned to the same signing line three hours later with saran wrap covering the freshly inked proof.

some people get my face tattooed on them. that always feels surreally challenging, to look at my own visage staring back at me from somebody else’s arm or back, like knowing I have sister-spy-selves all over the world, hiding under hoodies in the deep winter.

if you hadn’t noticed, i’ve been battling a kind of depression for the last few months. circumstances make it pretty understandable, i’m facing some crushing personal and business problems and feeling lonely and at loose ends in pretty much every department. the last time i was this low i was in college - unable to get out of bed and skipping classes. it wasn’t until i escaped the setting that things turned around. maybe tour will help. it never does.

anyway, i’m not so fucking depressed that i couldn’t write a song, which was the saving grace of last week, and having the house party in nashville actually directly kicked my ass to finish what i’d started, which was a massive blessing because i have a bad habit of finishing songs 59% and then leaving them for years unless i have an active instant-gratification motivator (usually a show, and even better if its a show for 50 people in a house, where i feel safe to fuck it up).

so as i was writing and wandering from the verse into the first chorus, the words “i am bigger on the inside” spilled out and i thought…i can’t fucking use this. can i?

it had ricocheted from doctor who into my incredibly dark mood, and i felt conflicted…on the one side my little sobbing song and on the other side, hoards of people in tardis t-shirts. fuck it. yes.

and i used the lyric.

i played it, two hours after finishing it, for a teeny room of 15 people at the nashville house party and cried through most of the second and third verse.

a few days later i flew to milwaukee to play for pride festival. i was having a rough night. the darkness was getting the better of me. against all better judgment (it was an outdoor festival celebration of YAY) i stuck the song towards the end of my set - a quiet, 8-minute introspective and repetitive ukulele song that I couldn’t play through without my throat getting stuck because it was just too fucking sad.

the crowd had never heard the song, because it didn’t exist anywhere. i cried through verse two and three again and it was fine except that I went straight into the ukulele anthem afterwards and had a giant shiny glean of weeping-snot on my upper lip for the whole song. whatever. yes.

after the show i signed for a few hundred people. a boy asked me to write the chorus lyrics on his chest. the next day, he sent me this picture. he’d had them tattooed.

beat that, neil gaiman, i said, as i showed him the tweet, collapsing into a pile of useless blubbering on the floor of my mind.

but actually…there is no competition.

and this is what i see and understand about him, about me, about you, about doctor who, about coincidence, about the millions of ingredients and chances that lead us to this moment right here where we are facing each other (maybe through a screen, maybe not).

we are all connected - there is no way out, nor should there be.

say yes.

love
amanda

p.s. the body & the tattoo belong to gavin michael batker,
@shizaminnelli on twitter.

p.p.s. i hope to record the song soon. stay with me.

I very much want to hear this song.

do-over: diaphone: yay ur back I laughed until I had tears in...

Thu, 13 Jun 2013 11:02:42 -0400

do-over:

diaphone:

yay ur back

I laughed until I had tears in my eyes, I dunno. I’m still giggling.

yay ur back

vintageblackglamour: Theresa Harris with Barbara Stanwyck in...

Thu, 13 Jun 2013 01:02:34 -0400

vintageblackglamour:

Theresa Harris with Barbara Stanwyck in the 1933 pre-code film, “Baby Face.” Ms. Harris (1909-1985) played a series of maids to nearly every major Hollywood star of the time from Bette Davis and Jean Harlow to Ginger Rogers and Esther Williams. In “Baby Face,” Ms. Stanwyck (1907-1990) played Lily Powers, an ambitious golddigger who later questions her ways (A little bit… Hollywood censors did some tweaking…). Ms. Harris played her best friend and “maid” Chico, who is with her every step of the way as she climbs the ladder of success, one man (or two) at a time. Ms. Harris also was the inspiration behind Lynn Nottage’s play, “By the Way, Meet Vera Stark.” I never post about Theresa Harris without including the haunting quote from her I found in Donald Bogle’s book, “Bright Boulevards, Bold Dreams: The Story of Black Hollywood. Bogle described her as “both outspoken and highly intelligent” and noted that she “didn’t mince words about the plight of colored actresses. She told Fay M. Jackson, of the California Eagle in August 1937: “I never felt the chance to rise above the role of maid in Hollywood movies. My color was against me. The fact that I was not ‘hot’ stamped me as either an uppity ‘Negress’ or relegated me to the eternal role of stooge or servant. I can sing but so can hundreds of other girls. My ambitions are to be an actress. Hollywood had no parts for me.” Ms. Harris would later tell the same reporter that she enjoyed working in race movies “because In the picture I have the chance of wearing clothes.” “Clothes” as a gorgeous wardrobe that Black women usually never had a chance to wear in white movies. Photo: Warner Brothers/Photofest.

katiaeats: Tried a new place- Masala- at Out to Lunch today....

Wed, 12 Jun 2013 16:05:03 -0400

katiaeats:

Tried a new place- Masala- at Out to Lunch today. Green lentil curry, veggie korma, and some kind of lamb dish (don’t remember?) over rice with the best thing I’ve ever tasted: apple cardamom chutney. Yes, I did eventually mush them all together and let the flavorgasm happen.

I want everything on this plate immediately.

Sorry I’m not posting much right now. My Mom’s in town so we’re hanging out a...

Sat, 08 Jun 2013 22:55:07 -0400

Sorry I’m not posting much right now. My Mom’s in town so we’re hanging out a ton.

Back to your regularly scheduled thelibraryharlot very soon.

Cross my heart.

manticoreimaginary: A popular folk song of early 19th century...

Fri, 07 Jun 2013 00:51:35 -0400

manticoreimaginary:

A popular folk song of early 19th century Ireland and America, written by Thomas Moore in 1808. [x]

Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,
Which I gaze on so fondly today,
Were to change by tomorrow and fleet in my arms,
Like fairy gifts fading away,
Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art,
Let thy loveliness fade as it will;
And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart
Would entwine itself verdantly still.

It is not while beauty and youth are thine own,
And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear,
That the fervor and faith of a soul can be known,
To which time will but make thee more dear.
No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets,
But as truly loves on to the close:
As the sunflower turns on her god when he sets
The same look which she turned when he rose.

captioningcrusader: The basic plot of every Star Trek episode...

Thu, 06 Jun 2013 00:20:09 -0400

captioningcrusader:

The basic plot of every Star Trek episode ever.

Based off this post (x)

Here, share in my nostalgia. Eyewitness Home Video intro...

Wed, 05 Jun 2013 03:54:42 -0400

Here, share in my nostalgia.

Eyewitness Home Video intro sequence