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“Get Up, Get Up! (The Wakeup Song)”
I made this in GarageBand on my iPad last week. It’s no masterpiece, to be sure, but it makes me happy. I hope you enjoy it, too.
what really matters
via oliverhyde (“omg, I want this as a childrens book for all my future childrens”): denaliwinter (“Ohmygod. Best thing I’ve seen on tumblr all day.”): chotpot
"I like people with depth, I like people with emotion, I like people with a strong mind, an interesting mind, a twisted mind, and also someone that can make me smile."
— Abbey Lee Kershaw
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This is why we can’t have nice things movies. Via io9:
Sometimes you can fool yourself there’s some justice to box office results. Movies like Green Lantern crash and movies like Inception rake in the bucks, and it feels like maybe there’s a supreme being out there, looking out for us. And then something like this happens: The Lorax is the year’s biggest hit thus far, and everybody’s dancing on John Carter’s grave.
This is why we’re all peasants in the kingdom of hacks.
(For the record, I thought John Carter was awesome.)
Team Rocket always had a certain goofy charm.
- Jessie: Prepare for trouble!
- James: And make it double!
- Jessie: To protect the world from devastation!
- James: To unite all peoples within our nation!
- Jessie: To denounce the evils of truth and love!
- James: To extend our reach to the stars above!
- Jessie: Jessie!
- James: James!
- Jessie: Team Rocket blasting off at the speed of light!
- James: Surrender now or prepare to fight!
- Meowth: Meowth! That's right!
"The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him… a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create — so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating."
— Pearl S. Buck (via thedame: larmoyante)
