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holy shit, it's a fucking rainbow.
i like going on adventures and running around in animal masks and tall glasses of ginger ale and being a part of nutella circles that take place on grassy hills. i also wish i knew how to rollerbowl. new friends are fun! (+ last.fm + twitter + vimeo + flickr)
getting mail is pretty ace!
getting mail is pretty ace!
May 08
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May 07
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there's a tradie here
to start laying down the grass (we’ve had our old turf pulled up and are getting imitation stuff in its place), and one of the guys looks 100% like Justin Pierre from Motion City Soundtrack, but wearing clear RayBans. I think I’m in hipster bogan love >.>
re-blogging this for this discovery of the term ‘hipster bogan love’. love it.
“ I only get five words? Shit, that was five. Four more there. That’s three. Two.
— David Bowie’s 2007 acceptance speech at the Webby Awards. Webby Award speeches are notoriously limited to only five words each. (Stephen Colbert’s, in 2008: “Me. Me. Me. Me. Me.”) (via cmasonwells) (via fuckyeahdavidbowie) (via mayonegg) (via atoms)
“ I don’t like the country. Creeps me out. In the country, dead bodies live in swamps, and ditches, and shallow graves. A man dumps the body of a girl in a ditch. The body rots; Melts into slime. Flowers pop up where the body lies, seeds fly out of the flowers, and a bee sucks the flowers and makes honey. And then the family of the girl buys the honey from the store. And the family eats the girl.
— The Tracey Fragments (via serialkiller) (via atoms)
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