imaginary circus

Writer, fangirl, bon vivant. My interests are all over the map. I love good stories however they come packaged.


Liker of coffee and words. Occasionally cranky. tumblr elderly. I apologize in advance for my tags.

newyorker:

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Tim Wu on a new rule that violates Obama’s promise of net neutrality: http://nyr.kr/1jU2AQ2

“It threatens to make the Internet just like everything else in American society: unequal in a way that deeply threatens our long-term prosperity.”

Above: Obama at Coe College, in 2007. Photograph by David Lienemann/AP.

This is not OK. This along with the Aereo case

We already pay a lot for our internet. We don’t have a choice of providers. There’s one here. Our service is good, but it’s expensive. And it pisses me off knowing that that money is basically going to executives who don’t need it. I’m really getting sick of giving old dudes my money—so they can just have more money. Meanwhile people are out of work and in debt. God forbid we pay people who work hard a living wage.

There’s nothing quite as refreshing as editing for 15 hours and then realizing you didn’t check the sample rate on your audio track before you dumped it into FCP.

Refreshing. Like ice cold vodka in your sinuses. Way up there. Burning away all your shame.

  • Verity: I'm pretty nice.
  • Me: yeah, you're nicer than me.
  • Verity: well, that's true!
  • Me: *dies laughing*

erinwert:

marykatewiles:

alsokatie:

Kissing in the Rain Umbrella Art

Because kissing…in the rain. With umbrellas. Get it?

(See it in action here.)

Alright, well…this is maybe the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen. How. HOW

Seriously how is Katie even real?!

I have never met a Katie who wasn’t awesome.

1. If you open the door at sunset a million bats dive bomb your face.

2. Miss Havisham lives here. Do not eat the cake.

3. Witch. Gingerbread. Bye.

4. Man with glass eye who practices illegal taxidermy.

5. FOR SALE: 3.5 million, hot and cold running ghosts.

(via getoffyourfeetandmakethiscount)

thejadedkiwano:

Let’s play a game.

Type the following words into your tags box, then post the first automatic tag that comes up.

you

also

what

when

why

how

look

because

never

(via perspi-looks)

Rain is the sound of the days you can’t go outside to play. The days when there’s nothing good on TV. You’ve read all the books. You’ve reached the last page of the internet. Rain is the sound of boredom.
Except Lily truly loves rainy days, hot tea, sweater sleeves pulled over her hands, and a good book. She can read the same book twenty times and not get sick of it. Lying on the floor and listening to the endless drumroll of rain on the roof, the fences that pen up her thoughts dissolve. It’s madness that wells up in her belly and convinces her that the worst idea is the best.
It’s probably Pavlovian, but her lips tingle as if she’s been kissing someone repeatedly. She’s been alone in all day. She tamps down the urge to wander from room to room looking for something. She draws little circles on the wooden floor with her toes, trying to keep time with the downpour.
She’s been humming since this morning. First “Here Comes the Sun.” Then “The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow.” For the last hour it’s been “You are My Sunshine.” But songs about sunshine don’t drive the rain away or this spring loaded need to do something, which propels her out the door and across the city before she can think too hard about it.
If this backfires it will be a snap to hate rain. For now it’s still up in the air.

Rain is the sound of the days you can’t go outside to play. The days when there’s nothing good on TV. You’ve read all the books. You’ve reached the last page of the internet. Rain is the sound of boredom.

Except Lily truly loves rainy days, hot tea, sweater sleeves pulled over her hands, and a good book. She can read the same book twenty times and not get sick of it. Lying on the floor and listening to the endless drumroll of rain on the roof, the fences that pen up her thoughts dissolve. It’s madness that wells up in her belly and convinces her that the worst idea is the best.

It’s probably Pavlovian, but her lips tingle as if she’s been kissing someone repeatedly. She’s been alone in all day. She tamps down the urge to wander from room to room looking for something. She draws little circles on the wooden floor with her toes, trying to keep time with the downpour.

She’s been humming since this morning. First “Here Comes the Sun.” Then “The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow.” For the last hour it’s been “You are My Sunshine.” But songs about sunshine don’t drive the rain away or this spring loaded need to do something, which propels her out the door and across the city before she can think too hard about it.

If this backfires it will be a snap to hate rain. For now it’s still up in the air.

spinstermoderne:

(inspired by this beauty from imaginarycircus)

"I don’t hate you …” She was almost quoting him back to himself, and James knew in that moment that it wasn’t a fluke. After that, there really wasn’t much more thinking. He was relying on sense memory and all of the daydreams and night dreams…

Look. spinstermoderne wrote the flip side of my ficlet! *weeps tears of joy*

It’s odd how a thing like a kiss can be completely the same and completely different. They aren’t acting. They aren’t other people. Lily is kissing James. James is kissing her real self. Perhaps he was all along.

He takes the ukelele from her and sets it on a table. He is acting a little bit. His mouth is flat, almost neutral, but his fingers twitch and his eyes tell her everything she needs to know to say yes when he asks if she’ll stay.

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spinstermoderne:

shipwreckedcomedy:

Kissing in the Rain is a new series from shipwreckedcomedy in which two sets of actors keep finding themselves kissing in the rain, all while grappling with their off-camera feelings between takes.

Kissing in the Rain - Ep. 7: Lily & James
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Starring
Mary Kate Wiles as Lily
Sean Persaud as James

Created by Yulin Kuang

Watch our previous historical comedy series, A Tell Tale Vlog

Sometimes you don’t need a boom box to make a grand gesture …

INTERNAL AND EXTERNAL SCREAMING.

Photos on my way back from lunch.

I really think I’m more of a cautionary tale than “an inspiration to others.” I straddle the INFJ/INTJ line which means nothing ever fits right. There’s always room for improvement, but FEELINGS. (Mine and everyone else’s.) I married an ENTP or possibly an INTP. I studied philosophy, math, and writing. He studied engineering, education, and Buddhism. Our conversations are hilarious because we think so differently, but it’s fascinating.

Most contemplative. Maybe it’s why I adore Aristotle’s statement that the most virtuous activity is “contemplating contemplation.” Thinking about thinking.

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omglobitsalex:

THESE ARE SO GREAT

I know I took some benadryl, but this is a bit much.

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I have never said this before but that top cat is my spirit animal, maybe the second one is my patronus.

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