Oh my G-d, yes. I hate Tuesdays.
I’ve figured it out. I just need to drop out of school and support myself purely on my raw talent and charisma. Simple!
We Are Untitled
"The time has come," the Walrus said,"to talk of many things. Of shoes and ships and ceiling wax, of cabbages and kings. and why the Sea is boiling hot and whether pigs have wings."
Sign Language Basics.
(via madmanwithclaws)
It’s funny because a few names just came to mind.
I can’t believe you haven’t already reblogged this, Ricki.
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Adam Hills Live At The Apollo EXTENDED Part 1
ARROW!!!!!!!!!
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Why? Is Malki reading Romeo and Juliet?
i hope malki sees this!
| romeo: | hey i just met you. |
|---|---|
| romeo: | and this is crazy. |
| romeo: | but i saw you at your dad's party that i wasn't supposed to attend and i thought you were pretty cute so i followed you and we kissed but then your nanny called you away and i found out you were a capulet and got bummed so i sneaked into your back yard in the middle of the night and climbed your balcony uninvited to profess my undying love after an hour even though i wanted to bone rosaline like two scenes ago. |
| romeo: | so marry me maybe. |
This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals—sounds that say listen to this, it is important.
Gary Provost (via danceabletragedy)
