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Aug
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Now commencing: the Eat an Entire Minuscule Loaf of Expensive Local Bread Before It Turns Green Challenge.

So ready. Bring it.

Now commencing: the Eat an Entire Minuscule Loaf of Expensive Local Bread Before It Turns Green Challenge.

So ready. Bring it.

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This is an astonishingly good movie. It’s sticking with me.

This is an astonishingly good movie. It’s sticking with me.

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You arrived weighed down with gifts. You should depart empty handed.
— John Patrick Shanley (via psychotherapy)

(via isay)

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(Source: armisael, via heyyoshimi)

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Brooklyn is off the hook gorgeous right now. Epically pleasant.

Brooklyn is off the hook gorgeous right now. Epically pleasant.

Aug
28th
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coopergriggs:

merryweatherblue:

I took my little brother (who falls on the autism spectrum) to see Guardians of the Galaxy and after this scene he lit up like a Christmas tree and screamed “He’s like me! He can’t do metaphors!” And for the rest of the film my brother stared at Drax in a state of rapture. 

So for the last 6 days I have heard my brother repeatedly quote all of the Drax lines from the movie verbatim (one of his talents), begin studying vocabulary test words, and tell everyone he knows that people with autism can also be superheroes.

Now I am not saying that Drax the Destroyer is, or was ever, intended to be autistic. All I am saying is that it warmed my heart to see my brother have an opportunity to identify himself with a character known for his strength, badassness, and honor. And that is pretty damn awesome. 

So while I adored Guardians of the Galaxy as a great fun loving film with cool characters I can do nothing but thank Marvel Studios and Dave Bautista for finally bringing a superhero to the screen that my little brother can relate to.

And now I love this movie a little more.

I do remember thinking, “Drax is on the spectrum.” It reminded me of Embassytown, by China Mieville, where an alien race cannot comprehend metaphor without some physical representation to serve as an example.

In any case, glad to see (apparent) representation.

(via evangotlib)

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theboynomad:

15 mile bike ride & priceless views of the willamette river #pdx #portland #familytime

This is awesome, and something about the photogenic trees and water reminds me of Lassie. So, currently sitting around awaiting the appearance of a non-verbal mammal to alert me to the fact that Jimmy has fallen down a well somewhere.

theboynomad:

15 mile bike ride & priceless views of the willamette river #pdx #portland #familytime

This is awesome, and something about the photogenic trees and water reminds me of Lassie. So, currently sitting around awaiting the appearance of a non-verbal mammal to alert me to the fact that Jimmy has fallen down a well somewhere.

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WTF, rinse, repeat.

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humansofnewyork:

"They sometimes ask me about their grandmother, and I only tell them about the good times. I don’t want to worry them with all the things my mother and I had to go through when I was growing up.""What’s your fondest memory of your mother?”"We were so poor that every day she’d have to go out and try to find us some food. And on the days when she came home empty handed, she’d help us forget our hunger by putting on music and dancing for us."(Jinja, Uganda)

This could be my own mother talking.

humansofnewyork:

"They sometimes ask me about their grandmother, and I only tell them about the good times. I don’t want to worry them with all the things my mother and I had to go through when I was growing up."
"What’s your fondest memory of your mother?
"We were so poor that every day she’d have to go out and try to find us some food. And on the days when she came home empty handed, she’d help us forget our hunger by putting on music and dancing for us."

(Jinja, Uganda)

This could be my own mother talking.

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