Memory span of a goldfish
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rufiozuko:

Dave Talkin To Jade…

(Sh*t was funny… just felt like reading it…)

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negativemspa:

8 emuloV kcutsemoH - edacsaC

HOLY SHIT THIS SOUNDS AMAZING.

Please read: Due to a high amount of unused blogs on Tumblr, we are deleting every blog that does not reblog this by January first. People have been asking for taken URL’s and this is what we are doing.

lonehunter:

trixie-and-solar:

darksorrowandgearhoof:

lots-of-carrots-and-no-spoons:

directioners-welcomee:

yankees-bsb-aremyinspiration:

lots-of-carrots-and-no-spoons.

DAMMIT, STAFF. 

Lol just gonna reblog this on all my saved urls.

 well, id hate to be the person that didnt see this.

uhg fml. not taking any risks. SORRY FOLLOWERS!

yeah ^^ sorry followers. not taking any chances. tumblr=my life..

((At first I was just like. Ya what ever. Then I looked at the fucking source!))

hnng apologies all around.

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A’capella cover, huh… we’ll see about th…  …

Ikeda Ayako (池田 綾子) - Sora no Kakera
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Ayako Ikeda (池田 綾子) - Dennou Coil OP-ED Single - “Sora no Kakera”

intothecontinuum:

For any orthogonal maze shape you can possibly think of, there exists a crease pattern on a flat piece of paper which can be folded into that maze shape. There also exists an algorithm generating the crease pattern given the maze shape that is easy to implement in terms of its algorithmic complexity. You can design your own here.

Shown above is a crease pattern that folds into the “maze” on the left, which is a representation of the letters on the right. Red lines are mountain folds and blue lines are valley folds. I personally just like looking at the crease patterns.

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ambedo n. a kind of melancholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life