wilwheaton:

sassingintothevoid:

Coffee porn.     (Cinemagraphs and gifs from this cool article.)

AKA Sean Bonner porn.

Oh God.

I want more interesting mugs.

I want more interesting mugs.

(Source: camelotgirl92, via scissorsandsapphires)

fishingboatproceeds:

paultowler:

“I used to live with two other guys. We used to cook two things. The first one was called ‘cheese… thing’ and that was where you get something and you melt cheese over it and the first one to guess what it is doesn’t have to wash up. That’s obviously quite Mediterranean. The other one was less complex. It was just called ‘cheese fantasy.’ That’s where you come in, very drunk, at about five in the morning and find an apple and just pretend there’s some cheese on it.”
Dylan Moran

Cheese fantasy.

When I was younger I was convinced I’d grow up and become Bernard Black. 

fishingboatproceeds:

paultowler:

“I used to live with two other guys. We used to cook two things. The first one was called ‘cheese… thing’ and that was where you get something and you melt cheese over it and the first one to guess what it is doesn’t have to wash up. That’s obviously quite Mediterranean. The other one was less complex. It was just called ‘cheese fantasy.’ That’s where you come in, very drunk, at about five in the morning and find an apple and just pretend there’s some cheese on it.”

Dylan Moran

Cheese fantasy.

When I was younger I was convinced I’d grow up and become Bernard Black. 

fishingboatproceeds:

lexcanroar:

I am a fan of this

Worth remembering every single time you make a purchase.

My world is absolutely full of independent coffee shops and bookstores. What about yours? 

fishingboatproceeds:

lexcanroar:

I am a fan of this

Worth remembering every single time you make a purchase.

My world is absolutely full of independent coffee shops and bookstores. What about yours? 

(Source: elgrimorio1113)

My tumblr is now a proper tumblr.
Any original content will be tagged appropriately (and once I’ve done that, I will post a link to that tag on the side to the right there.)

My tumblr is now a proper tumblr.

Any original content will be tagged appropriately (and once I’ve done that, I will post a link to that tag on the side to the right there.)

(Source: scissorsandsapphires)

This City in an Instant.

Sitting in a city not quite your own. It’s as close to home as any other. It’s familiar. You know the angles, the side streets, but you don’t quite fit.  

Sitting in yesterday clothes, not nearly as hungover as is probably fair. You’re young but not using it well. You look around. You look to the future, vaguely. You look at your feet.  

Newer shoes would be nice. You don’t really care. Something to do would be nicer.  

A twinge of guilt as you see a tourist lose his wallet. The city is a perfect match to your disdain. People are shitty. People are shitty everywhere though, right? How do some survive, really? Who stops for street magicians, anyway? Who doesn’t check their pockets after a rushed bump, if not a man that wouldn’t feel the loss? It’s not pleasant but everybody’s struggling for something. It’s not just this city.  

Your hands aren’t as sore as you had expected they would be. It’s been a weird mix; this morning. You recognise that fortune has been shining a little; it still feels a wasted effort. It’s a small wonder, but you almost feel happier when you’re miserable. It’s cliché but with hope comes disappointment. You know what you have with apathy. It’s complicated but it helps keep things clear. Like this city when the grey lifts; it doesn’t take a moment to adjust, you can snap back in an instant. 

Thursday, September 12, 2013 — 2 notes