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I am a strange human.

  • Me:
    The flu is like a super villain.
  • Me:
    Tiny micro-organism super villain.
  • Me:
    It can be your arch nemesis.
  • Me:
    I want to call him Flu-Z, just because he is kind of a tart and gets around.
  • Tack:
    :)
  • Tack:
    nice work

Hilarious Find. 

Hilarious Find. 

Bantam 93 inside cover.

Bantam 93 inside cover.

The only problem
with haiku is that you just
get started and then


--Roger McGough

Explaining projections of higher dimensional objects…lol (Taken with instagram)

Explaining projections of higher dimensional objects…lol (Taken with instagram)

This made me smile so much. I <3 Kate Beaton.  I related to Anne so much when I was little.

This made me smile so much. I <3 Kate Beaton.  I related to Anne so much when I was little.

Hipster cat. meow.

Hipster cat. meow.

Twain and Train.

After a day at the races in England, a friend told Mark Twain, “I wish you’d buy me a ticket back to London. I’m broke.”

Twain told him he couldn’t afford two tickets but proposed that his friend sneak aboard the train and hide under Twain’s seat. Then he bought two tickets anyway.

When the train had got under way, the inspector appeared to collect Twain’s ticket. When Twain gave him two, he looked about the compartment and said, “Where’s the other one?”

Twain pointed under his seat, smiled, and said, “My friend is a little eccentric.”

I am so in love with this man. 

I am so in love with this man. 

Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with the feeling that they are all alone in the world, and that nobody loves them now and that nobody will ever love them, and that they will never have a decent night’s sleep again and will spend their lives wandering blearily around a loveless landscape, hoping desperately that their circumstances will improve, but suspecting, in their heart of hearts, that they will remain unloved forever. The best thing to do in these circumstances is to wake somebody else up, so that they can feel this way, too.


--Lemony Snicket (Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can’t Avoid)

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My name is Malorie. I like daydreaming, science, fandom, and the smell of used book stores--honey bees, bicycles, earl grey, and alphabetizing. I don’t like people that say imagination is a waste of time, lousy fountain pen ink, or artificial plant life--spiders, museums, clutter, or the elimination of the oxford comma. Welcome to my world.