No Big Deal (but kind of a big deal)

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sardinesaremean:

The chemical that turned Victoria’s Goldstream River green earlier this week has been confirmed as fluorescein.

“Fluorescein is a synthetic organic compound soluble in water and alcohol. It is widely used as a fluorescent tracer for many applications. The product itself and its products of degradation are not toxic.”

The chemical is usually used to trace leaks from septic tanks and water systems and can be bought online.

Fluorescein is also used in medical diagnosis and guidelines warn it can cause reactions ranging from nausea and hives to death from anaphylactic shock.

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But no one may know the shape of the tale in which they move. And, perhaps, we do not truly know what sort of beast it is, either. Stories have a way of changing faces. They are unruly things, undisciplined, given to delinquency and the throwing of erasers. That is why we must close them up into thick, solid books, so they cannot get out and cause trouble.

— Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making (via bibliophibious)

Tahno lost his bending

schweety:

Now he’ll be a phone-sex worker 

the greatest gif I’ve ever come across. crying.

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I hate when people say this UNLESS they are Aragorn.

PS BOROMIR, SO LAME RITE

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New pages of "The Little Prince" have been discovered in Paris →

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Everything I’ve ever let go of had claw marks on it.

— David Foster Wallace (via beatboxgoesthump)

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ohyeahcomics:

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When people talk, listen completely. Most people never listen.

— Ernest Hemingway  (via squirm-little-bookworm)

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emmyc:

kecky:

unwindingeyes:

RIP Maurice.

what a beautiful human being

OMG

OH MY GOD. perfection.

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I GOT SOME FUCKING RAD BRO FRIENDS

so today I was reminded of some of the horrible things friends in the past have said to me that were just super awful and not friend-like at all. and then I was like THANK GOD I HAVE SOME SUPER RAD BROS IN MY LIFE. who are all crazy talented and hot and beautiful and just plain fucking GREAT. and then in my brain we all were skateboarding and jumped into the air and did some sweet stunts.

STUNT IT.

queen-moriarty:

kristhegooseman:

thefrogman:

Once upon a midnight DEAL WITH IT.

I give a fuck, nevermore.

merely a bro, nothing more.

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a-lesson-in-tightropes:

fishingboatproceeds:

tyleroakley:

R.I.P. Maurice Sendak, author and illustrator of Where the Wild Things Are, who died today at age 83.

Sendak on death: “I have nothing now but praise for my life. I’m not unhappy. I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can’t stop them. They leave me and I love them more. … What I dread is the isolation. … There are so many beautiful things in the world which I will have to leave when I die, but I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready.”

“The whole promise is to do the work.”

My heart just sank. 

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