Kyudo - japanese archery. Beautiful people, beautiful outfits, flowers. colors and elegance.
DESOLATION OF SMAUG > colors done.
HNY 2014, a year of resistance, I wish you the best with that big redorangeblue dragon surrounded by epic midgets.
be cool and follow me on fb :p, or don’t, as you wish :D
BEST OF LUCK to youuuu
Andy Goldsworthy’s art
SO I MADE THESE TODAY AND THEY ARE BETTER THAN RICE CRISPY TREATS BY A FACTOR OF APPROXIMATELY A MILLION.
- richer, more complex flavor
- cereal bits are toasty and oaty and buttery
- doesn’t grind up the roof of your mouth
- marshmallow charm bits are crunchy and rainbow
- some of them are, literally, rainbows
- regular marshmallows mixed in are gooey and delicious
- go make this
ALL YOU HAVE TO DO TO MAKE THIS IS:
- mix four tablespoons of butter
- with about two cups of mini marshmallows
- in a pan
- mix that shit up on medium heat till gooey
- pour in four cups lucky charms
- mix thoroughly but not so thoroughly you mash the charms
- that looks gross
- maybe throw some extra white marshmallows in for extra fluff
- throw some more charms in too why not
- scrape hot mess into foil pan
- stick in fridge to cool for like ten minutes
- don’t eat it out of the pot you barbarian
- but you can lick the spoon
- CUT IN SQUARES WHEN CHILL, APPLY DIRECTLY TO FACE.
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Douglas Adams is the best when it comes to describe characters
we need to teach classes on Douglas Adams analogies okay
“He leant tensely against the corridor wall and frowned like a man trying to unbend a corkscrew by telekinesis.”
"The Galaxy, which had been enjoying a period of unusual peace and prosperity at the time, reeled like a man getting mugged in a meadow.”
"it was a deep, hollow malevolent voice which sounded like molten tar glurping out of a drum with evil on its mind.”
"Stones, then rocks, then boulders which pranced past him like clumsy puppies, only much, much bigger, much, much harder and heavier, and almost infinitely more likely to kill you if they fell on you.”
"… a large and voluminous creature who looked like someone losing a fight with a pink duvet …”
"He screwed up his face and then dropped his head forward, shaking it like someone trying to shake a coin out of a money box.”
"He gazed keenly into the distance and looked as if he would quite like the wind to blow his hair back dramatically at that point, but the wind was busy fooling around with some leaves a little way off.”
"He leapt to his feet like an author hearing the phone ring”
"he started to stalk forward slowly and stealthily wearing a puzzled frown of concentration, like a leopard that’s not sure whether it’s just seen a half-empty tin of cat food half a mile away across a hot and dusty plain.”
"it looked only partly like a spaceship with guidance fins, rocket engines and escape hatches and so on, and a great deal like a small upended Italian bistro.”
"If it was an emotion, it was a totally emotionless one. It was hatred, implacable hatred. It was cold, not like ice is cold, but like a wall is cold. It was impersonal, not as a randomly flung fist in a crowd is impersonal, but like a computer-issued parking summons is impersonal. And it was deadly - again, not like a bullet or a knife is deadly, but like a brick wall across a motorway is deadly.”
Lol the wind one us my favorite
"What do I do for a living? I live for a living. When I moved out in the forest 35 years ago, people said "You can’t escape reality." I went TO reality. You’re living in a virtual reality. You don’t even know where your stuff comes from, don’t even know where your poop goes.
I live in nature where everything is connected, circular. The seasons are circular. The planet is circular…Do people live in circles today? No. They live in boxes. They wake up every morning in a box of their bedrooms because a box next to them started making beeping noises to tell them it was time to get up. They eat their breakfast out of a box and then they throw that box away into another box. Then they leave the box where they live and get into another box with wheels and drive to work, which is just another big box broken into little cubicle boxes where a bunch of people spend their days sitting and staring at the computer boxes in front of them. When the day is over, everyone gets into the box with wheels again and goes home to the house boxes and spends the evening staring at the television boxes for entertainment. They get their music from a box, they get their food from a box, they keep their clothing in a box, they live their lives in a box.”
reasons why Finland is cooler than you:
- they have police reindeer
sven is that you??
stephen king throwing shade like a fucking master