In Sweden, Taking File Sharing to Heart. And to... →
Even as this Scandinavian country, like other nations across Europe, bows to pressure from big media concerns to stop file sharing, a Swedish government agency this year registered as a bona fide religion a church whose central dogma is that file sharing is sacred. “For me it is a kind of believing in deeper values than worldly values,” said Isak Gerson, a philosophy student at Uppsala...
thatdeafchick: whatmusings: I searched the ‘Life’ tag. Everybody had super introspective things to say and inspirational quotes like woah and I’m just here like but this is what I want to talk about. honestly, lets get deep here for a moment. i prefer cinnamon.
Just finished revamping the music player. So, with that, my blog has been successfully changed to having happier music choices / background / description / whatever. Hopefully that will prevent me from writing depressing things. Yay! I rather do like the change. I hope you guys do, too. And yes, I know it’s autoplay. It’s that way on purpose. Please don’t hurt me. On a side...
“Do I Ever Cross Your Mind” Randy...
whenthesuspenderscomeoff: it’s weird how being a pussy is weak and having balls means you’re tough i mean punch me in the uterus and i will be fine i’m used to that shit once a month come at me but if i kick you in the balls you are down my man you are down hard
The Killer Rabbit of Caerbannog
HI GUYS. I have a story to share. I may regret this, but here goes…. On Saturday, I was at my boyfriend’s house, on his bed, messing around on my laptop. When I noticed the battery was low, I turned around and plugged my charger into the outlet located at the head of his bed. While reaching down, I noticed a cute little fluffy bunny. It looked something like this: Aww, look at...
why are ghost movies always set in hospitals and jails. i want a ghost movie set in walmart. “cleanup in aisle 13” “but there is no aisle 13”
Reblog if it's okay to invade your ask box.
My Old Playlist: A Long December - Counting Crows You Could Be Happy - Snow Patrol Life Is Beautiful - Vega4 First Snow - Clint Mansell Elgar / Something Inside - Jonathan Rhys Meyers Vampire Heart - Tom McRae Better Days - Goo Goo Dolls Forever - Long Story Short Just Breathe - Pearl Jam December - Collective Soul Vegas Skies - The Cab Your Love Means Everything - Coldplay Alice -...
parents: no boys at your sleepover
sherlielocks: seafiish: fiyhi: spyrasha: mpregbert: people who think it hurts to step on a lego have obviously never stepped on the plug in on the end of a cord ive stepped on a nail excuse you i’ve stepped on a whole goat okay neither of us were happy about that i once killed a man
The blog background and the info background are both from Dark Ages, the game I’ve played fervently off and on since 2005. Just thought I’d throw that out there. And though it is a dying game that has sold out years ago, I still find I have pockets of time in which to play. Whoo, DA.
Gonna br8k your face.: Care to play a game? →
iamasecretwizard: No, really. I’m looking to get back into an mmo mostly for the nostalgia factor of it. You may (but probably haven’t) heard of it. Darkages, run by a Nexon subsidiary called Kru. Now, honestly, I don’t expect many people to want to play it. It’s a bit dated and really, you can only really get far with a group. That’s why I’m trying to recruit people to play it. The...
Another Lonely Valentines Day: Games I wish... →
anotherlonelyvalentinesday: Dark Ages, once published by Nexon…now by KRU Interactive. This 2d isometric MMO also took up a good portion of my childhood. 5ish years, and I still check in on it. Sadly the community is dying because of how heavily the cash shop interrupts the game. Went from a 700 player community to a 150 player community. Ugh. - Turned into one big cash shop. Ragnarok Online,...
Sometimes it feels like this world is spinning faster Than it did in the old...– “Mayberry” Rascal Flatts
I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house That don’t bother me...– “What Hurts The Most” Rascal Flatts
There’s a place in your heart Nobody’s been Take me there Things...– “Take Me There” Rascal Flatts
Sara Beth is scared to death To hear what the doctor will say She hasn’t...– “Skin” Rascal Flatts
When you light those candles Up there on that mantle, setting the mood Well, I...– “I Melt” Rascal Flatts
I can hear the truck tires coming up the gravel road And it’s not like...– “Here Comes Goodbye” Rascal Flatts
I woke up this morning With this feeling inside me that I can’t explain...– “Feels Like Today” Rascal Flatts
Hey baby, is that you? Wow, your hair got so long Yeah, yeah, I love it, I...– “These Days” Rascal Flatts
Last night you gave me a kiss You didn’t know it, but I was awake when...– “My Worst Fear” Rascal Flatts
Aug. 26th, 2011
Shock. That is what spring left you on your doorstep. So what was summer to you? Hell. Fall had you crying tears of rage and pooling your pain, And winter brought you crazed grief and melted snow. Then it was spring again. And hope And love And forgiveness, almost - (couldn’t forgive him, no matter how hard you tried) But no, there was no happiness. Not yet. There wasn’t an end to it....
Moments - Aug. 21st, 2011
It’s so strange to be sitting here looking back on everything. So tell me, what do I do when I’m faced with a choice to make And the only answers lead to more hurt? It’s so odd sitting here writing this, because I’d promised myself I wouldn’t Because look what it did the first time Do you see what I’ve done But look at me now Tell me what you see Is it a girl Is...
He stared ahead and breathed rapidly. His hands were slung over the edge of his chair arms, and every few seconds, blood would form and drip down his fingers. There were so many promises I couldn’t keep. He reached for the bottle, swung his head back and let the burning liquid surge down his throat. Below him, his dog whined. I’ll kill them for you. I know you were a pacifist, and...
Give me some peace, when the effort To breathe is too much to bear. Still, it Feels like there’s too much to this world, Too many fragmentary pieces, golden-gray. A thin film of blue threads through your skin, A reminder that it’s hard to surrender When the flags are raised, the trumpets blown, Battle lines drawn in black and inked in red. Let me wither away, turn to dust through the...
Your sternum rises and falls, caved in by the weight of failure - Homages to a violated heart depleting itself of blood. The bones in your wrists grow more prominent by the day, and I wonder just how far you’ll go before you waste away. While denial forces me to press a finger to your lips as you try to say goodbye for a second time, now the third. I know your words will haunt me like...
Hey. I wanted to fall into friendship way too fast To be able to walk under the same umbrella, Go to the store to buy souring milk with you, And argue over who was paying for it. I wanted to shop at different thrift stores Ponder antiques and bargains, cross over Cobblestones and arrive home, out of breath, Safe and sound, while the rain slows down. I wanted to take your hand and run Run as far...