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Secret Spaces: An Illegal NYC Watertower...

Fri, 24 May 2013 10:09:57 -0700

Secret Spaces: An Illegal NYC Watertower Nightclub
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Photo by Benjamin Norman for The New York Times]In New York City there are plenty of places to get drunk, starting with my kitchen. But most crave a more glamorous experience, and in a city of millions, glamor is often equated with exclusiv…

My name is General Zod.I have journeyed across an ocean of...

Thu, 23 May 2013 09:52:51 -0700

My name is General Zod.
I have journeyed across an ocean of stars to reach you. Your world has sheltered one of my citizens. He will look like you, but he is not one of you.
To those of you who know his location, the fate of your planet rests in your hands.
To Kal-El, I say this: surrender within 24 hours or watch this world suffer the consequences.

Thu, 23 May 2013 09:31:51 -0700

fan-girlblog: Minka kelly arrives at jfk more at...

Tue, 21 May 2013 15:31:21 -0700

fan-girlblog:

Minka kelly arrives at jfk

more at http://fan-girl.org/?p=777

trulyamazinq: frickyeah1990s: my apartment could use a floppy...

Tue, 21 May 2013 15:20:18 -0700

trulyamazinq:

frickyeah1990s:

my apartment could use a floppy disk coffee table.

Sick!

Tue, 21 May 2013 14:16:59 -0700

maletrends: MALE TRENDS A blog about men’s fashion, lifestyle...

Tue, 21 May 2013 14:15:12 -0700

maletrends:

MALE TRENDS A blog about men’s fashion, lifestyle & more.

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Tue, 21 May 2013 08:59:07 -0700

UPWORTHY: Why Do Men Keep Putting Me in the Girlfriend-Zone?

Tue, 21 May 2013 07:29:42 -0700

UPWORTHY: Why Do Men Keep Putting Me in the Girlfriend-Zone?:

literaryreference:

You know how it is, right, ladies? You know a guy for a while. You hang out with him. You do fun things with him—play video games, watch movies, go hiking, go to concerts. You invite him to your parties. You listen to his problems. You do all this because you think he…

I do not think this applies to most guys, and by most guys I’m talking about me.

I cannot wash the night away

Sun, 19 May 2013 11:41:45 -0700

I cannot wash the night away

theamericanprospect: “I really like your idea. If we had guns...

Thu, 16 May 2013 13:15:51 -0700

theamericanprospect:

“I really like your idea. If we had guns that shot chocolate, not only would our country be safer, it would be happier. People love chocolate. You are a good boy.”

Joe Biden wins at constituent services. This letter, to a Wisconsin second-grader, is so sweet and sad and just right.

My childhood

Thu, 16 May 2013 13:09:04 -0700

My childhood

…como la lluvia sobre tu cara

Wed, 15 May 2013 21:12:13 -0700

…como la lluvia sobre tu cara

Wed, 15 May 2013 21:10:10 -0700

tumblangeles: Think blue!

Wed, 15 May 2013 15:32:33 -0700

tumblangeles:

Think blue!

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definitelydope: By David Martin

Wed, 15 May 2013 08:00:54 -0700

definitelydope:

By David Martin

beben-eleben: There once was a young boy with a very bad...

Wed, 15 May 2013 07:56:39 -0700

beben-eleben:

There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.

On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!

Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.

It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.

Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.

Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.

Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.

Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.

“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”

The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.

“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”