i want to cry
He tried so hard. And got so far. But in the end. It doesn’t even matter.
yes hello we are open good morning
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Was getting out of the car at work this morning and spilled my coffee down the front of my white t-shirt.
Everyday is a blessing.™
I read this while sipping coffee and wearing a white t-shirt.
*ambient music with heavy bass drum playing in the background*
*It just went acoustic*
I’m dying. I almost snorted coffee everywhere.
I want this future!
Cute music terms to name your children:
- Oboe Player
- F Sharp
- ii♭ 6-4
- Canon in inversion and augmentation
Douglas Adams is the best when it comes to describe characters
they 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.”
"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.”
"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.”
"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.”
You forgot the best one though-
"The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don’t."
douglas adams was an amazing writer, one of my favorites. its a shame he died so young from a heart attack…
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The way I talk about my precious old dog is the same way most new moms talk about their babies, so I guess I’m going to be that annoying over-sharer in the future?
My conversations are:
"blah blah blah blah" - "omg ricki is so cute, she just moved over to lick my knee!" - "blah blah blah" - "ricki barked!"
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