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There was a passport in his bag, money in his pocket. There was a smile dancing on his lips, although it was a wary smile, for the world is a bigger place than a little graveyard on a hill; and there would be dangers in it and mysteries, new friends to make, old friends to rediscover, mistakes to be made and many paths to be walked before he would, finally, return to the graveyard or ride with the Lady on the broad back of her great gray stallion.
But between now and then, there was Life; and Bod walked into it with his eyes and his heart wide open.

Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book (2008)

posted on 9/29/2012, with 1 notereblog

One of the things that scares me the most about online friendships is what happens in the long run.

I mean, I can still picture myself being together with the friends who’re my age, despite us starting work and everything.. It’s a very plausible thought. But it’s not the same for the guys who are significantly younger than me.

Will you still remember me, can you still relate to me, when you get to college? When you start doing your thesis? When you finally graduate?

Will you even still know me?

Or will I just be a distant memory;

Part of that phase in your life that you’ve outgrown?

posted on 9/29/2012, with 2 notesreblog

idontevenknowokay:

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“I like the sound of that.” Giddy at your touch, yarn coils itself around your legs. It gives you a proper kiss this time; its threads pushing against your lips, begging for entrance.

“Ew, nope.” I spit against the bits of yarn, the fibers feel gross against my lips.

Okay, that’s enough bad porn for one day, I think.

Hi, Lynukai.

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pimptav:

yummytomatoes:

thats actually really sad….

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flags-of-hetalia:

Pixiv ID: 26572118Member: Kiiroino

flags-of-hetalia:

Pixiv ID: 26572118
Member: Kiiroino

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KILLER TREES (Actually, killer tree. Singular.)

laronmi:

Today I want to talk about the ways that trees can kill you. Specifically, the Sandbox or Dynamite tree. (Hura crepitans)

To begin, have a picture of the sandbox tree’s trunk:

Does that look painful? I think it looks painful. The trunk is covered with spikes, which gave the nickname of the “Monkey-no-Climb”. It can grow up to be 100 feet tall and can have diameters of three feet across. THAT’S A BIG TREE. And it’s all covered with spikes.

It also produces fruit! It’s kind of cute looking, really, like a tiny green squash.

Except the fruit explodes. Violently. It’s been known to launch the seeds inside the fruit away from the tree at speeds of 150 mph, and can go up to 300 feet away. People hit with one of these seeds (Which are around 3 inches in diameter) can be seriously injured. The only warning you’ll get is the sound the pod makes—hence the nickname of dynamite tree.

Oh, yeah, the seeds are flat and hooked. Like knives. So basically this tree shoots high speed razors at your face, and the only indication that you’ll be stabbed by tens of tiny death blades is the sound of someone shooting a gun 300 feet away.

On top of all that, every part of the tree is poisonous. If you’re foolish enough to eat the seeds, you run the risk of dying. Two is all you need! If you don’t die, you experience cramps, diarrhea, vomiting, delusions, and convulsions! 

The tree also produces a sap on its trunks as a second defense mechanism. Should the spikes not deter predators, the sap will. It causes inflammation, skin irritation, and temporary blindness if it gets in the eyes. The sap is used a poison for hunting. The leaves aren’t as poisonous, and can have medicinal uses. Leaves can grow up to two feet in length. The leaves and bark are used as ingredients for hallucinogenic drinks.

The tree is native to tropical regions, and can be found in parts of Mexico and the tropical rainforest.

Some sources: 
http://waynesword.palomar.edu/ww0901c.htm
http://tropilab.com/hura-cre.html
http://www.gotostcroix.com/trees-sandbox
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hura_crepitans 

(Source: laronmi)

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passerbyboy:

least we got that over with

passerbyboy:

least we got that over with

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passerbyboy:

i wasn’t originally planning on watching this

passerbyboy:

i wasn’t originally planning on watching this

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davidvantas:

l9ki:

palesexuality:

i think kurloz would mostly be into music box versions of songs, because they’re kind of like him. they’re really cute on the outside, but some part of it always seems a little haunted. 

He would prefer the old music boxes that don’t quite play right.  Meulin collects them, bringing him every one she finds, no matter what state they’re in, and sometimes they would crank them all and listen to their haunting serenade.

She continued to bring them even after she went deaf, insisting that they crank them and listen to them like they used to.  But it drives him insane until finally he snatches one right out of her hands and smashes it against the nearest wall.  He demands that she get rid of them.  All of them.  She says she will but she stores them all away in a cave, in a memory that he can’t reach, and sometimes she’ll wind them and crawl on top of her music box pile and fall asleep to the sounds she can’t even hear.

IM SO DONE RIGHT NOW 

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