As writing goes, you actually might never find me more stripped-down and laid bare than here. If I'm funny here, it's not forced wit or really even anything artistic. It's just where I happen to be.
I am equal parts Shawn Spencer ("Psych") and Rob Gordon ("High Fidelity"), with just the right hints of Dexter Morgan and a hint of good single-malt scotch, poured into a blender set for "puree."
Ghostbusters com Pac-Man
RYCA (aka Ryan Callanan)
Uhhhh……NOW you’d better cross the f***in’ streams….
“Kiss me each morning
For a million years…
Hold me each evening
By your side…”
Once upon a time, a woman and I fell in love.
When she would be far away and I could take my eyes from “her” lonesome space in my bed, I would close my eyes and imagine the morning sun slipping through my window and blanketing her face. I’d imagine opening my own eyes, and hearing this peaceful, easy melody as her blue eyes opened and lit the love light in mine.
“Sweeten my coffee with a mornin’ kiss…”
I’d make our coffee. Hers, light and sweet. Mine, rich, dark and black. We’d share our connection over a cuppa, but the two of us just so different for there always to be a puzzle in our respective little things for each to solve … or maybe just sit back and admire, just letting the magic be in the mysteries we’d see in one another.
If it’s laundry day and God’s decided He’ll smile kindly upon me, she’ll wear the next best thing to nothing at all that a woman with a Heaven-sent body such as hers can wear: one long-sleeve, button-up powder blue dress shirt.
Fastened buttons, optional.
“Tell me you love me for a million years …”
We’d have afternoons in jeans and a thick hoodies, with her head on my thigh and a book in one of each of our two hands - our others, folded together. I’d read my beloved Rand. Her, re-reading “Harry Potter and The Sorcerer’s Stone” for exactly the first time since she probably lost count of how many times she’s already enjoyed it.
It’s always the little things you miss … even the ones you only dreamed you’d have.
It’ll have to stay a dream. Eventually my heart will figure out, it can’t dream forever. Life awaits, but not forever.
Sometimes, if we’re lucky, we find we end up dreaming better dreams. if we’re blessed, it’s those that come true and set things right.
“… And if it don’t work out … Then you can tell me ‘Goodbye.’”
It’s Neal McCoy. It’s “Then You Can Tell Me Goodbye.” And though ‘goodbye’ wasn’t what she said and I kept a once-in-a-lifetime friend while maybe missing out on a sweet dream come true, it’s still my Song Of The Day.
Please know, this isn’t for you. This is for me.
The Etiquette Lesson with Captain America & Deadpool.
i don’t read superhero comics even though several people i love keep trying to get me to and i keep meaning to but anyway my mom is one of those people, she started reading them with my brother because that’s her parenting style yo, and she looooves deadpool, so i’m reblogging this for my mom, even though she doesn’t have a tumblr, and also because lmaooooo
LAUGHING….TOO….FUCKING….HARD…….:D
Wise words from the incomparable John Green.
I like this John Green chap more and more the more I learn about him…
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The equation of a NerdFighter, down to an exact science!
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Good time to note, I’ve been talked into reading “Paper Towns.” It took roughly one-hundredth the effort it took Alex to talk me into yoga, and about one-tenth the effort it took Alex and Scarlett combined to talk me into watching “Bones.”
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Another night in the woods
You can’t possibly know the happy memories this image evokes for me. Canada, the northern Minnesota, me, dad, summer-sausage cooked over a campfire….the things nothing can ever take from me.
THIS photo+Neal McCoy=How my day began….
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:)
Salto Angel (by sjpadron)
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