Fantastical Nutter

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7:19 PM
January 28th, 2014
My wonderfully complicated Tiramisu frappe.

My wonderfully complicated Tiramisu frappe.

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8:28 PM
November 28th, 2013
My little brother with our cousin’s little girl, Kaitlyn.

My little brother with our cousin’s little girl, Kaitlyn.

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10:54 PM
June 2nd, 2013
New sheets, courtesy of my stepbro.

New sheets, courtesy of my stepbro.

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3:49 PM
June 1st, 2013
Cherries!!! From my very own cherry tree!!!!

Cherries!!! From my very own cherry tree!!!!

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11:37 PM
May 29th, 2013
My hissy fluff muffin.

My hissy fluff muffin.

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11:35 PM
May 29th, 2013
This is my beautiful feral Maine coon, Calcifer. She lives with my girlfriend, so I can’t see her all I want, but isn’t she beautiful?

This is my beautiful feral Maine coon, Calcifer. She lives with my girlfriend, so I can’t see her all I want, but isn’t she beautiful?

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4:08 AM
May 13th, 2013
cosmicpookie:

Burnnnnnnmm

Hehe…oh Noel…

cosmicpookie:

Burnnnnnnmm

Hehe…oh Noel…

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10:40 PM
May 8th, 2013
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10:15 PM
May 6th, 2013
Doesn’t an old thing always know when a new thing comes? (…) I believe in the things that were done, and there are evidences of many things done on Mars. There are streets and houses, and there are books, I imagine, and big canals and clocks and places for stabling, if not horses, well, then some domestic animal, perhaps with twelve legs, who knows? Everywhere I look I see things that were used. They were touched and handled for centuries. Ask me, then, if I believe in the spirit of the things as they were used, and I’ll say yes. They’re all here. All the things which had uses. All the mountains which had names. And we’ll never be able to use them without feeling uncomfortable. And somehow the mountains will never sound right to us; we’ll give them new names, but the old names are there, somewhere in time, and the mountains were shaped and seen under those names. The names we’ll give to the canals and mountains and cities will fall like so much water on the back of a mallard. No matter how we touch Mars, we’ll never touch it. And then we’ll get mad at it, and you know what we’ll do? We’ll rip it up, rip the skin off, and change it to fit ourselves.
Spender, fromĀ The Martian Chronicles by Ray Bradbury
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12:10 AM
May 6th, 2013
Science and machines can kill each other off or be replaced. Myth, seen in mirrors, incapable of being touched, stays on. If it is not immortal, it almost seems such.
Ray Bradbury, Martian Chronicles introduction
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