January 2011
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She calmly placed her cards on an old carpenter's...
saying anything that came into her head, while the boy waited beside her, more bored than intrigued. Suddenly she reached out her hand and touched him. “Lordy!” she said, sincerly startled, and that was all she could say. José Arcadio felt his bones filling up with foam, a languid fear, and a terrible desire to weep. The woman made no insinuations. But José Arcadio kept looking for her...
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He never slept well after that.
He was tormented by the immense desolation with which the dead man had looked at him through the rain, his deep nostalgia as he yearned for living people, the anxiety with which he searched through the house looking for some water with which to soak his esparto plug. — From One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez
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Anyone know...
Why the endless scrolling code,
“<script type=”text/javascript”src=”http://static.tumblr.com/q0etgkr/J5bl3lkz1/tumblrautopagernopage.js”></script>”
doesn’t seem to work for the first page but works fine for 2nd onwards?
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Tyrannosaurus rex
Veeta: You run like a bitch/t-rex.
Me: Yeah? You wana fight about it? T-Rex were one of the most sucessful species of Theropoda in the whole superorder of Dinosauria.
Veeta: They still run gay.
Me: They don't fuck gay.
Veeta: Dammit.
So aparently 8 of my favourite blogs don't exist...
Time to find some new stuff to follow, feel free to suggest anything cold, weird or otherwise.
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