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October 3, 2014 at 9:48pm
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Big news!


We now have an official date for the relaunch of When Curiosity Met Insanity!

October 6th, 2014.

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*cups your face*

*looks into your eyes*

*whispers in your ear*

watch Star Trek with me

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I grew up in a poly household. My mother was married to two men who loved her dearly and they were the best of friends. I use past tense due to the fact that one of my fathers passed away a few years back.

I grew up in one of the most stable, loving households I can…

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also that whole tale of aragorn and arwen thing where he saw her in the woods at twenty and fell instantly in love and it’s very beren and luthien? lies.

aragorn decided he was going to marry arwen when he was like, six.

and everyone thought it was just the

September 15, 2014 at 2:33pm
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The flowers swim like fish made of light upon the dark, green waters. I hold a stalk in my hand. I am the stalk. My roots go down to the depths of the world, through earth dry with brick, and damp earth, through veins of lead and silver. I am all fibre. All tremors shake me, and the weight of the earth is pressed to my ribs. Up here my eyes are green leaves, unseeing. […] “Louis! Louis! Louis!” they shout. But they cannot see me. […] But let me be unseen. I am green as a yew tree in the shade of the hedge. My hair is made of leaves. I am rooted to the middle of the earth. My body is a stalk. I press the stalk. A drop oozes from the hole at the mouth and slowly, thickly, grows larger and larger. Now something pink passes the eyehole. Now an eye-beam is slid through the chink. Its beam strikes me. I am a boy in a grey flannel suit. She has found me. I am struck on the nape of the neck. She has kissed me. All is shattered.

— Virginia Woolf, The waves (via booklover)

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My women’s fikambanana made bread enriched with chickpea flour. We roasted dried chickpeas and then pounded them before mixing them with bread flour and frying the batter. It was super tasty—Madame Hermine (in the pink shirt, stirring the bowl) really liked how the bread turned sort of reddish because of the chickpeas. Fikambanana president Madame Perline suggested that we use the chickpea flour to make mofo gasy (a popular bread made from rice flour) to enhance it’s protein content.

September 11, 2014 at 6:05pm
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if someone ever says to me even semi-seriously “don’t stick your dick in crazy” I swear i will just

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apologies, I am very briefly turning back into the person I was before I left for Madagascar, but like a concentrated super-emotional version of her.

curse you, internet

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Allison Stanley, Illustrations.

Infinitely detailed illustrations by Allison Stanley who lives and works in San Antonio, Texas.  Check out more of her ink drawings below!

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this girl that sits with me was complaining..about another girl. because she likes the same band as her “but doesn’t dress like it” so obviously she doesn’t really listen to them

how do you DRESS like the music you listen to??? 

as an imagine dragons fan i am never seen not in a full dragon costume

real fans imagine the dragon costume

i’m a bare naked ladies fan and let me tell you

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September 7, 2014 at 11:03pm
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August 31, 2014 at 4:48pm
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mofo mamy →


I think Peace Corps has driven me to be a bit of a perfectionist about some of the more day-to-day inanities. Perhaps it’s because there’s comfort in routine, perhaps I feel obligated to make my bed and sweep the floor every day—I don’t know. At any rate, when I was asked to make a chocolate cake…

August 24, 2014 at 7:34pm
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“The water here makes us sad,” the man told me.
He grabbed me on my way home from the CSB, as I pushed my bicycle up the hill to his town, Fantonaina. Fantonaina sits right next to my little town, Mahazoarivo, and the difference is like night and day. Where Fantonaina is red and dry, Mahazoarivo…