16 favourite posts made by people the last week or so:
- alelepants’ Paulie
- Rachel’s hair
- Andrea’s pigeon tattoo
- Ian’s paper crafted animal masks
- Natalie’s Stephen Colbear
- Katley’s superhero comic
- Gatsbylives’ Neil Armstrong Memorial Service post
- Kim’s WTF-list
- Alyssa’s happy life
- Michele’s Internet is a Place
- Elizabeth’s do the mashed potato dance
- Fuck Yeah Space’s Sagittarius eats shit
- Niclas — not me — cat hangout
- Taylor’s camping photos
- Evan’s tear phrase confession
- and lastly: this photo provided to my by Sally I don’t know who it is on it, but I want to hug this person. Or a person in a knitted sweater, that’ll do.
I had this thought about posting a list of real tumblr crushes as opposed to the statistical one, then I realised that I can’t do that. Then they’d know! And with knowing comes the possibility of mockery and pointing and laughter and going “ewww”. The curse of being a chickenshit. It would also be quite a boring list for the rest of you.
So! Here’s another kind of Thursday List of Doom. Recent favourite posts!
Quite possibly, the best picture ever. I also really like that you’re wearing one sock white, and one sock black. But oh my goodness, I need to know! What is it you’re holding?
Gosh. (I think Helena will be happy about the best picture ever.) I’m talking to someone off screen so my right hand is just fidgety. But I do think there is a piece of bread resting on the knee.
Cheer up, darling boy. You’re better than cookies and pineapples. You’re the peachiest peach there is. I’ll email you soon. I’m sorry I haven’t yet; I’m really kind of awful.
Everyone is better than pineapples, I think. I hope. Except now I’m trying to conjure up some form of human/pineapple hybrid — perhaps I can sell this idea to Syfy Channel. That way the lack of budget would stop it from being more scary than The Fly.
Don’t worry, take the time you need. Emails are great that way.
This is called Magnolia Drugs. It’s something I wrote in a New York apartment that only came equipped with a four-string guitar. I actually didn’t finish the song in the city though. It came into form, one day back home. I usually sing the end portion a bit differently, but ya know, the camera makes me shy I guess.
Listening to this made me realise that I need you in my mp3-player. There’s a slight space problem, I know, and there’s hardly any furniture but I think we could work around that.