-- T. S. Eliot
I once told a joke about a straight person.
They came after me in droves.
Each one singing the same:
Don’t fight fire with fire.
What they mean is: Don’t fight fire with anything.
Do not fight fire with water.
Do not fight fire with foam.
Do not evacuate the people.
Do not sound the alarms.
Do not crawl coughing and choking and spluttering to safety.
Do not barricade the door with damp towels.
Do not wave a white flag out of the window.
Do not take the plunge from several storeys up.
Do not shed a tear for your lover trapped behind a wall of flame.
Do not curse the combination of fuel, heat, and oxygen.
Do not ask why the fire fighters are not coming.
When they say: Don’t fight fire with fire.
What they mean is: Stand and burn.
Current Doctor Who is like an ex-boyfriend I used to have a great time with and am still kind of into but lately he keeps being an asshole so it’s awkward every time I see him
I’m fine with this. If it means said place is complying with the ACA instead of trying to get around it by kicking their employees on to the exchanges via cutting hours to part-time, great. Here’s two dimes.
Twenty cents for a bill of over $20. So that employees get health insurance. This is a fucking ADVERTISEMENT for Obamacare.
In which Leonard Nimoy sings about Bilbo Baggins assisted by a group of 60’s pixie chicks in Spock ears.
Recommended to all people who like joy and happiness.
The 60s were a magical time
all i ask is for someone to let me lay on them and tell me their dgm headcanons
ONE TIME IN A COLLEGE AU LAVI TRIED TICKLING KANDA DURING A LECTURE AND KANDA PUNCHED HIM IN THE FACE BUT NOT BEFORE EVERYONE HAD HEARD HIM LAUGH
If you look at the world and say “Yes, there are enough homes for people, yes, there is enough food for people, but if we give it away for free they won’t have earned it and the economy will collapse.” Then you have chosen money (a constructed…
Lunch: Blueberry scone from school. I got food poisoning last night and my stomach was so empty this morning…needed food as soon as my classes finished.
Exercise: 8 miles at 7:54 mins/mile. I hope to do a long run (14 miles) tomorrow!
Pairing: Kanda Yuu x Lavi Bookman
Requested by: aozu
Summery: Highschool!AU - When Kanda finds out Lavi is the delivery man for the local pizza place (thanks to his fucking idiotic brother who is obviously trying to get himself killed) he takes full advantage…even though he doesn’t even enjoy pizza.
Author’s Note: I had way to much fun writing this. Daisya was so fun to write as the teasing older brother, who can read Kanda like an open book. I do hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
The sound of the doorbell has a frown tugging down Kanda’s lips, blue eyes snapping up from his book to glare at his brother. The idiot is chatting on the phone with a friend or something and the noise has Kanda tempted to punch the other, especially because he didn’t even make a move to answer the damn door.
“Can you get that for me?” Daisya asks after the doorbell rings again, digging into his pocket and pulling out two twenty dollar bills.
“Why the fuck would I do that?” Kanda snaps, glaring at the money. Daisya sighs, mumbling something to his friend about pizza. Great, the person on the other line was probably going to come over. Fuck, Kanda did not want to deal with other people, not that he really ever does.
“If you get it, you can keep the change,” Daisya bribes, obviously just assuming Kanda is going to take the bait when he goes back to his phone conversation. Kanda isn’t an idiot, he’ll probably end up with two dollars after tip and the ridiculous amount of pizza Daisya probably got. Whatever, if it would get that damn doorbell to stop, he’ll answer the damn door.
He doesn’t bother to look through the window before he tugs the door open and he regrets it big time when angry blue eyes meet a happy single green one. The air is practically forced out of his lungs, heart pounding in his chest as he looks at his classmate, the only person in the world that can make his cheeks heat up and his heart pound like it is now.
“Hiya, Yuu! I didn’t know ya lived around here,” Lavi smiles, reaching into his pocket to pull out some change as Kanda practically thrusts the money at him.
“It’s none of your fucking business and I told you not to call me that,” Kanda snaps, words not nearly as harsh as he wishes they would be. There’s an obvious shake to his words that he hates himself for.
“But, Yuu, now I can come visit ya!” Lavi smiles obnoxiously. The fingers that brush Kanda’s when he gets the change from Lavi –it turned out to be ten dollars surprisingly – has a blush heating his face up and he has to swallow the lump forming in his throat so he can properly threaten the damn idiot.
“Don’t you fucking think about it, Usagi,” he snaps, slamming the door in the other’s face.
It only takes him a moment to realize he doesn’t have the damn pizzas.
“Fuck” he mutters, tugging the door back open and grabbing the pizzas from Lavi. “Shut up!” And the door is slammed in the other’s face again as Kanda takes a deep breath, calming himself down before he goes into the other room. Daisya was a dead man. He did that on purpose.
“You fucking ass,” Kanda growls, practically throwing the pizza at the other. Daisya isn’t on the phone anymore and has this shit eating grin on his face, like he set this whole thing up and Kanda has no doubt in his mind that the other did. How Daisya even knows Kanda likes Lavi is a mystery to Kanda himself.
“Did what?” Daisya replies, playing innocent. The look on his face is far from innocent though and it has Kanda balling his hands into fists, ready to punch the lights out of the other.
“You know what the fu-“
“Yuu, son, what is all the ruckus?” Tiedoll interrupts, coming in from the kitchen. He’s obviously been cooking something, if the apron wrapped around his waist is anything to go by. It seems to have involved flour too, not that Kanda cares much. He’s too pissed at his damn adopted brother to care about much else.
“Well, I think Yuu just saw-“
This time it’s Kanda turn to cut Daisya off, glaring at his brother. “Nothing. The idiot made me get the pizza he ordered.” With that said, he turns around, hoping Tiedoll didn’t catch his heated cheeks. He doesn’t want his guardian to know that he likes someone. He can’t imagine Tiedoll knowing. The older would probably meddle in it all and mess it up. He was perfectly fine pretending he hates Lavi, thank you very much.
Dancers Photography by Ludovic Florent
” Poussière d’étoiles” is a series realized by French photographer Ludovic Florent. He gives pride of place to dancers full of grace by adding flour. Sand grains highlight the majestic movement effect of their dance. More photos in the next part of the article.
To entertain the belief that you know what you are going to do in the future or next week is a madness. What a restriction, a limitation and a repression. Life flows spontaneously and is infinitely greater than all your plans or intentions put together. Why spoil it with hasty and vain projections? Let it be whatever it will be. Give up trying to manipulate. This is Freedom.