TOO. MANY. ADS.

So tumblr seems to be fully yahooed now — which means a regular surge of ads down my dashboard. I think I will be leaving tumblr soon.

Once, in Spain, a friend of mine and I ate all the Kinder Buenos out of a vending machine over the course of half an hour. This picture is making me drown in drool.

Once, in Spain, a friend of mine and I ate all the Kinder Buenos out of a vending machine over the course of half an hour. This picture is making me drown in drool.

(Source: looksdelicious)

(Reblogged from likeneelyohara)

So many ads now

Is it just me, or is tumblr pushing more and more commercial posts? I didn’t mind so much when there were fewer, but lately it has gotten out of hand.

If today were a constellation

It would be the Anus of Satan.

Call Me Maybe: Boston Ballet Helsinki Tour 2012

I know, this isn’t what I usually post, but I’ma start to branch out a bit. And it’s adorable.

Nothing beats a birthday

When the only people who remember are your mother and the automated email thingy at Okcupid.

Life sure is grand.

To Failure

To Failure

BY PHILIP LARKIN

You do not come dramatically, with dragons
That rear up with my life between their paws
And dash me butchered down beside the wagons,
The horses panicking; nor as a clause
Clearly set out to warn what can be lost,
What out-of-pocket charges must be borne,
Expenses met; nor as a draughty ghost
That’s seen, some mornings, running down a lawn.

It is these sunless afternoons, I find,
Instal you at my elbow like a bore.
The chestnut trees are caked with silence. I’m
Aware the days pass quicker than before,
Smell staler too. And once they fall behind
They look like ruin. You have been here some time.
Pakistani military.

Pakistani military.

French army.

US Army medic.

US Air Force, I think, but it could be Navy as well.

Not sure which army, Afghanistan.

Not sure which army, Afghanistan.

US Army, Afghanistan, I believe.

Swedish military.