"As Long As We're Together."

Welcome to the home of a hopeless fangirl that lives in her imagination. I like a lot of things. All of them end up being on this blog. If you like the same things, that's great. If you don't, that's cool too.
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Blog's birthday- 9/23/11
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Arctic Monkeys (chvrches cover),


This is by far my favorite cover of any song

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Take off your shirt, your tie and your hat.

skinny steve is the love of my life

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Literally, me.

Literally, you.

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With less than 40 left in the wild, the Amur leopard is the most endangered cat in the world.

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how to piss someone off:

leave the door open


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So i found this one out recently from a friend while re-watching some of Robin Williams moments as genie in Disney’s Aladdin.

During the song “Friend like me” there’s a section where genie appears as a waiter and remarks “Let me take your order, Jot it down,” while writing down Persian text in his notepad

What was he writing, was the Persian word for turkey and of-course moments later we see what Aladdin is served. that very same order.

It’s just fascinating how much detail/research they did for the movie.

—- That’s awesome! Thanks for sharing 

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If I’m going to destroy some dry erase markers, I’m going to do it in the name of education.

Here’s to the security guards who maybe had a degree in another land. Here’s to the manicurist who had to leave her family to come here, painting the nails, scrubbing the feet of strangers. Here’s to the janitors who don’t even fucking understand English yet work hard despite it all. Here’s to the fast food workers who work hard to see their family smile. Here’s to the laundry man at the Marriott who told me with the sparkle in his eyes how he was an engineer in Peru. Here’s to the bus driver, the Turkish Sufi who almost danced when I quoted Rumi. Here’s to the harvesters who live in fear of being deported for coming here to open the road for their future generation. Here’s to the taxi drivers from Nigeria, Ghana, Egypt and India who gossip amongst themselves. Here is to them waking up at 4am, calling home to hear the voices of their loved ones. Here is to their children, to the children who despite it all become artists, writers, teachers, doctors, lawyers, activists and rebels. Here’s to Western Union and Money Gram. For never forgetting home. Here’s to their children who carry the heartbeats of their motherland and even in sleep, speak with pride about their fathers. Keep on.

Immigrants. First generation.

Ijeoma Umebinyuo.

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You me at six - Final night of sin - Wembley Arena - 8/12/12 (part2)

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Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate.

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