One hour, I can’t even wait! *squee!* :D


randomredux:

Oh bother.


snowyleopardess:

transhumanisticpanspermia:

shingekinokyojinheaven:

moonyrocketship:

Oh my god this is awesome. They got a piano that appears to score people by itself (but a dude is probably playing it remotely) and it’s in a train station and all these people react to it and play instruments with it and it’s so cute

It plays piano duets with people too waaaah I’m gonna cry at this piano

IT PLAYS QUIETER WHEN SANTA WALKS BY

I REPEAT IT PLAYS QUIETER WHEN SANTA WALKS BYBSJFKGK

I LOVE THE OLD DUDE ROCKING OUT OMG

The piano playing duets with people makes me cry

Best thing I’ve seen all day!


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svetlania:

laughingsquid:

What If Google Search Were a Real Person, Part 2

HAAAAAAAAAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHHA


I’m trying out a new byline font, and I just wanted to see how they looked all together. Authors are bad. We gaze fondly at our books like they were children, lol!

Also, a first peek at When the Sky Stopped, which is coming this spring! ;)


tastefullyoffensive:

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tastefullyoffensive:

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qirex-official:

I scrolled down hoping for an explanation and there was none.


"The saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies."
— Unknown (via psykoh)

streeter:

I’m glad the portrait of Ben Franklin stayed the same on the new $100 bill. There’s something about his slight, tight frown, the paternal hint of disappointment in his eyes and those pursed, sealed lips that seem to say, “I don’t approve of what you’re doing, but I can’t stop you from rolling this banknote into a straw and ripping a fat rail of white lightning in the Buffalo Wild Wings handicapped bathroom stall, you goddamn beautiful disaster.” 

streeter:

I’m glad the portrait of Ben Franklin stayed the same on the new $100 bill. There’s something about his slight, tight frown, the paternal hint of disappointment in his eyes and those pursed, sealed lips that seem to say, “I don’t approve of what you’re doing, but I can’t stop you from rolling this banknote into a straw and ripping a fat rail of white lightning in the Buffalo Wild Wings handicapped bathroom stall, you goddamn beautiful disaster.”