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DiCaprio and Mulligan, meanwhile, don’t seem like star-crossed lovers so much as a delusional man in love with a bauble of a woman. Maybe that’s intentional?
People Magazine’s review on ‘The Great Gatsby’
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READ A BOOK
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Ohmyfuckinggod
HE’LL TAKE HIS OSCAR NOW
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Sir Christopher Lee, more fantastic than all of us. ALL OF US.
Pretty sure he also speaks Elvish.
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if your otp isn’t JARVIS and the TARDIS you’re wrong
GUYS IT’S KNIFE STORMING! D:
Made With Paper
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The Glowing Spider-Worms of New Zealand
For over one hundred years, millions of tourists have flocked to the ancient limestone Waitomo Caves on New Zealand’s North Island, where a stunning species of fungus gnat called Arachnocampa luminosa live.
Unique to New Zealand and Australia, they are found in caves, grottoes, and other sheltered places. Arachnocampa means ‘spider-worm,’ as the gnat is known for the way their larvae hang strong vertical silk threads from their underground habitats. Since the larvae are luminescent, the thousands of tiny threads light up cave ceilings like a starry sky.
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I believe I’ve found one possible explanation for Adventure Time’s popularity with my demographic (people who grew up during the 90s).
“…religious separation and a taboo marriage in the 19th century in the Netherlands resulted in a pair of graves that had to make an extra effort to reach one another.”
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I guess being in a state on constant anxiety for a week is pretty exhausting, because I just woke up from a two-hour nap I took a mere hour and a half after waking up from ten hours of sleep.
I’m probably lucky my body has an automatic shutdown mode, what with my inability to turn down interesting projects and my recent need to be constantly working or intoxicated lest I accidentally spend more than a few minutes thinking thoughts to myself (because they are never good, rational thoughts).
This is not the sort of thing I talk to people I actually know about (and my three followers who know me IRL can refer themselves to the first rule of Fight Club, please), because an important part of my self-worth is wrapped up in the fact that I never make my feelings someone else’s problem.
A bunch of us went to see Iron Man for my birthday and I figured that would be a free period of about three hours when I wouldn’t have to tank about feeling all -crazy- and, man, when you’re trying really hard not to have an anxiety attack watching someone in a movie do the exact same thing is not super helpful. So I had to sneak out of my own birthday outing and hide in a bathroom stall for a minute to calm down and my main thought was that I couldn’t take longer that it would reasonably take to pee because I didn’t want anyone to realize anything was going on.
Now I’m going to go drink some coffee so I can pretend that, not brain chemistry, is making me twitchy.
"The Kunstkammer was regarded as a microcosm or theater of the world, and a memory theater. The Kunstkammer conveyed symbolically the patron's control of the world through its indoor, microscopic reproduction."
