She’s been lying there like that, just purring quietly, for about ten minutes. Invisible belly rub?
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This is probably going to get quoted in every publication just because I said it. And I’m not even saying anything. I’m not talking about my films, I’m not talking about my life, and I’m not talking about the world. And yet, the media will print it simply because I said it. And at this moment in time, I bet there is an artist around the corner of this hotel, on the street, with a mind far beyond ours, but we will never listen to him simply because he has not appeared in a movie. And that is what is fucked up about our culture.Robert Downey Jr (via wordsthat-speak)
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A Collection of Rare and Obscure Words
A Collection of Rare and Obscure Words
Cheiloproclitic - Being attracted to someones lips.
Quidnunc - One who always has to know what is going on.
Ultracrepidarian - Of one who speaks or offers opinions on matters beyond their knowledge.
Apodyopis - The act of mentally undressing someone.
Gymnophoria - The sensation that someone is mentally undressing you.
Tarantism - The urge to overcome melancholy by dancing.
Autolatry - The worship of one’s self.
Cagamosis - An unhappy marriage.
Gargalesthesia - The sensation caused by tickling.
Capernoited - Slightly intoxicated or tipsy.
Lalochezia - The use of abusive language to relieve stress or ease pain.
Cataglottism - Kissing with tongue.
Basorexia - An overwhelming desire to kiss.
Brontide - The low rumbling of distant thunder.
Grapholagnia - The urge to stare at obscene pictures.
Agelast - A person who never laughs.
Wanweird - An unhappy fate.
Dystopia - Am imaginary place of total misery. A metaphor for hell.
Petrichor - The smell of dry rain on the ground.
Anagapesis - The feeling when one no longer loves someone they once did.
Malapert - Clever in manners of speech.
Duende - Unusual power to attract or charm.
Concilliabule - A secret meeting of people who are hatching a plot.
Strikhedonia - The pleasure of being able to say “to hell with it”.
Lygerastia - The condition of one who is only amorous when the lights are out.
Ayurnamat - The philosophy that there is no point in worrying about events that cannot be changed.
Sphallolalia - Flirtatious talk that leads no where.
Baisemain - A kiss on the hand.
Druxy - Something which looks good on the outside, but is actually rotten inside.
Mamihlapinatapei - The look between two people in which each loves the other but is too afraid to make the first move.
Born in Yokohama and now based in France, artist Hina Aoyama masterfully cuts details into sheets of paper to create these super fine, lacy, and fragile artworks. Her work conveys such things as the delicacy of small butterfly wings, the fine script of a handwritten letter, and the details of a lotus flower. Using just a simple pair of scissors, Aoyama says her passion is, “to create a finest cutoff beyond the level of the very time-consuming needle lace making.”
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Jessie Flower (Toph) on her favourite line.
I have a friend who knows this girl.
He considers her his little sister.
When I found out, I just stared at him and said “What” in a high pitched voice a bunch of times.
“What is your life. What.”
Apparently, she can sing in impossibly high octaves.
I want to go back in time and replace his fetus with my own fetus.
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For dorklops.
HELL YEAH IT’S FOR ME.
Nothin’ much, Nerdery, nothin’ much.
This is what I look like after a three and a half hour rollerblading adventure out to my childhood neighborhood, where I first got bullied as a kid. I rode my first bike and met my first sex offender, I made my first English-speaking friend and I accidentally hit her in the head with an aluminum baseball bat. I played Truth or Dare and learned to be afraid of “dare,” and I had my first long-lasting crush and decided against it when I saw him from the balcony of our crappy apartment, walking past and smoking a cigarette. I got slapped, both with hands and words, and I had nightmares; I dreamt of flying and of beating a man made of shadows on his horse made of shadows at his own manipulative games. I saw kids break their arms and was angry at administration for the first time, when they took down our slides and set up segments of fence in the fields between apartment buildings just to get us to stop playing games there. Our house got egged, we got a brick and two rocks through our windows. I saw my dad drunk and I saw my brother beat up by the neighborhood boys and I never saw my mother because she was always asleep after night shifts.
I switched schools and I lost all of my friends. I moved and was forgotten by the people who lived near us.
They renovated the houses, took down the balconies. They painted them a warm brown to replace the cold grey. I stood out by the flagpole that I used to lean against to get onto my dad’s bike, the first one I ever rode. They’ve surrounded it with a memorial to a soldier, and as I stood there, reminiscing, someone came out of the apartment in the place we used to live, the same number stuck on a prettier, more welcoming version of our old home, and dialed the police, who are nearby anyway and came around the loop to tell me not to loiter on the memorial.
This is what I look like weary and exhausted, which are different things, and now I’m going to go take a bath.
Goodnight, Tumblr.
