I sit at the window and watch the rain.

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Jess, Melbourne, 20's. Things I like may be found here (pretty pictures, quotes, recipes, occasional demented fangirlism).
Also occasional liveblogs of books by a completely amazing bastard called Dorothy Dunnett.


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…..well, NOW what the fuck do I read?

I have been reading these books since January.

I honestly don’t know what I’m going to do with myself.

Abruptly slamming my fist into available surfaces every twenty seconds

- a Dunnett survivor’s story

And once again, Dorothy delivers

THE EPILOGUE. I am laughing and crying and hysterically incoherent. THAT DOESN’T HELP, DOROTHY.


….now I want to read Lymond again.

Oh Jesus Christ no

Dorothy you cannot do this to Kathi. You CANNOT.

OH MY GOD WHAT

JULIUS??!?!?!

My thoughts on bridges, rainstorms, ambushes, and their consequences:

DOROTHY YOU BASTARD, HOW COULD YOU?!

sixpenceee:

Diphylleia grayi also known as the skeleton flower. The petals turn transparent with the rain.

(via sweetmarigold)

maikevierkant:

Space Foxes (because space animals are fun).

maikevierkant:

Space Foxes (because space animals are fun).

(via weunderstandthelights)

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http://currentboat.tumblr.com/post/98677246648/genderpunks-manzanas-amargas-schrodinger ›

genderpunks:

manzanas-amargas:

Schrödinger opens the box and nothing changes.

The cat lacks vital signs (no heartbeat, no breathing, no brain function): the cat is dead.

The cat exhibits continued animation (blinking, walking, nudging his hand with its little head): the cat is alive.