unidentified Orb Weaver (Neoscona sp.), Singapore
(photos: HK Tang)
When I saw this picture I stopped for a second and pondered what I would do if I ever encountered this charging at my face. What does anybody do in that situation?
And then I realized exactly what I would do: cry.
Two things: pee and pass out. Not necessarily in that order.
I’d start singing Hakuna Matata. Because if I’m going to die being mauled by a lion, I want to be remembered as that fucker who went down referencing The Lion King.
How to love a woman.
“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there. -Bob Marley
Asked by Anonymous
It has been ridiculously hyped I admit, and by that alone I worry that it’ll fall flat on its face into a tepid puddle of “meh.” However, as critical as I can be, I’m a fairly simple man with high hopes.
I’m in a perpetual state of hungry exacerbated by the internet, survival, and grocery stores.
Do you ever spend an entire day thinking about one specific taco
No matter how good your day is or isn’t, there’s that one taco on your mind that you need to get home to
Asked by seaside-solitude
That’s what I hear! I’ve been postponing seeing the movie until I’d read the book.
And once I’ve read the book, I’ll be postponing seeing the movie until I have the money to see the movie.
But you’ll probably see my tumblr explode with Hunger Games reblogs in due time and you can be happy for me that I am well-read, well-watched, and, most importantly, not starved to death.
It’s taken me three years, but I have finally finished Good Omens. I am allowed to read other literature now.
Hello, Hunger Games.