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this is my boyfriend’s brother snuggled up with our siamese, pagoda.
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Thanks, Steve.
Posting designs like this one makes me paranoid, because I can’t shake the feeling that it’s not original. I enjoyed the process...
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This should be on Things Organized Neatly (which is a great site, by the way).
Me (Taken with instagram)
Under/Over (Taken with instagram at Web.com)
Buck Johnson (Taken with instagram)
Analog Sunday is an informal idea to encourage people to take a day off away from all things digital. Any or every Sunday can be an opportunity to unplug, get off the computer, relax, recharge the batteries and take a break from usual computer based routines by engaging with the world in a different way.
When all is said and done - Tyrone Wells
I get all my bad habits watchin’ you
It’s true
Well, I wish that things were so different
Change it myself
It’s what i’ll do
But, I can’t figure it out, yet
Just how to make it perfect for you
But, I’m closer than I was
Yesterday
Yeah, I’m closer than I was yesterday
They say that life is for learning
Well, teach to me to live
While I’m here
Messages twisted and turning
What should I give
Make it clear
‘Cause I can’t figure it out, yeah
I can’t figure it out, yet
Just how to make it perfect for you
But, I’m closer than I was
Yesterday
Yeah, I’m closer than I was yesterday
Don’t you know there’s no difference
I’m not the same
I’m only here
To be with you
And now I’m closing the distance
Dropping the claim
Trading the past for something new
Something new
Why would you work without living
Spending your soul
What’s it worth?
Well, I hope you make it to heaven
Waiting for life
Here on earth
‘Cause I can’t figure it out, yet
I can’t figure it out, yet
No, I can’t figure it out, yet
Just how to make it perfect for you
But, I’m closer than I was
Closer than I was
Yeah, I’m closer than I was
Yesterday
Yeah, I’m closer than I was
Yesterday
I got up and I drove to work / On the wrong side of the road / What the hell would I do? / I must admit I didn’t know / And Andrew came along y’all to add a couple lines or so / I’ve got one I finished yesterday / And I’ve got three-point-six to go
One down and three-point-six tomorrow / and I’m out of here / One down
and three-point-six tomorrow / and I’m out of here
People tell me / “Ben, just make up junk and turn it in” / But I never was alright with turning in a bunch of shit / I don’t like wasting time on music that won’t make me proud / But now I’ve found a reason to sit right down and shit some out
One down and three-point-six tomorrow / and I’m out of here / One down
and three-point-six tomorrow / and I’m out of here / Yeah, yeah
I love you more than any man has loved before / I love you more than all the stars up in the sky / I think that we should settle down and live happily forever after / What do you think of that?
I’m really not complaining / I realize it’s just a job / And I hate hearing belly-aching rockstars whine and sob / ‘Cause I could be bussing tables / I could well be pumpin’ gas / but I get paid much finer / For playin’ piano and kissing ass / This is one I wrote just an hour ago / And three-point-six at last
One down and three-point-six tomorrow / and I’m out of here / One down
and three-point-six tomorrow / and I’m out of here / One down and three-point-six tomorrow / and I’m out of here / One down and three-point-six tomorrow / and I’m out of here
are we
not to the
point where
shit is no longer
a ‘cursed’ word? if
it were originally poop
instead of shit would anyone
give a poop? what makes a word
a “curse word”? why is it okay to say,
“we had premarital sex” on tv and not,
“we fucked”? why is there a stigma attached
to words…
