Lost-pulp - Sweater Wearing Dork

Cutest evar!

Drool...

La la blah...

I feel that perhaps I should attempt to post something here at least three times a week.

Not because anyone is particularly interested, but because I ought to get into some kind of a routine, and posting random crap thoughts on the interwebz (and most likely breaching copyright by uploading a gazillion pictures of unknown origins) seems like a good way to do it. Maybe. We shall see...

Sara: Say, for example, you wanted to lather yourself up in soap and rub yourself along the front of a car. There is nothing wrong with that. For example, one time, not even for a music video, I went over to Tegan’s house the other day, and she was washing her car, and then we just, we just took all of our clothes off and we rolled around in the suds… Tegan: One. I don’t own a car, I don’t even have a driver license. Two. We don’t live in the same city. Three. Just the idea that you had that thought in your head makes me feel sad inside. Deep deep deep sadness that will motivate me to sing all the sad songs that I’ve ever written tonight.

Tegan and Sara (via bionicsquirrel)

“What an astonishing thing a book is. It’s a flat object made from a tree with flexible parts on which are imprinted lots of funny dark squiggles. But one glance at it and you’re inside the mind of another person, maybe somebody dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, an author is speaking clearly and silently inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic.”

Carl Sagan (via arcticcellardoor)