Cohesive Rambles

fishingboatproceeds:

A+++, would scroll again.

dresdencodak:

bluedogeyes:

Wonder Woman cosplay by Sarah Scott

Clever take on the Wonder Woman design. Unlike the weird bathing suit usually seen in the comics, this actually looks like something a Greek-styled fighter would wear.

I found some additional photos here: http://www.themarysue.com/sarah-scott-wonder-woman-cosplay/

wilwheaton:

hulu:

You guys, last night was Kristen Wiig’s last night on SNL, and they gave her an emotional sendoff, which you can see here. Good luck, Kristen! Thanks for making us laugh and we can’t wait to see what you have in store for us next!

“How did they send you off from your job?”

“Oh, you know, just a bit of dancing with Mick Jagger before he sang Ruby Tuesday for me. No big deal.”

“Who was there?”

“All my coworkers. Oh, and also Steve Martin. And John Hamm. Oh, and Arcade Fire. And Foo Fighters.”

(Source: ilovemeacalzone)

"What an astonishing thing a book is. It’s a flat object made from a tree with flexible parts on which are imprinted lots of funny dark squiggles. But one glance at it and you’re inside the mind of another person, maybe somebody dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, an author is speaking clearly and silently inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic."

CARL SAGAN (via Advice to Writers)

(Source: kadrey, via wilwheaton)

I may have said this before, but yeah, one of my idols.

(Source: finally-free-from-it-all, via kaylabernays)

An Excerpt

It was homeroom as Flora Matil Greene sat at her desk, listening in on a conversation between two of her friends. She knew it was about some party one of them had gone to the prior weekend, but they referred to so many unknown names, that it was hard to keep the story straight in her mind. She wanted to ask about it, but she couldn’t find a good moment to stop the story, and by the time their teacher Ms. Philler entered the classroom, she knew the moment had passed.

Ms. Philler began to review for a test. Having already reviewed on her own time, Flora chose to stare at a boy across the room, who himself was staring at the ceiling, mouthing something she couldn’t hear. She looked up, but only found the rows of white tiles lining the ceiling. Perhaps he’s somewhere else, she thought. She looked around, lamenting the absence of windows. I wonder where I’d be if I were somewhere else… But Flora didn’t have to think, she already knew the answer. She’d be at home, waiting to go to school.

The rest of her day flew by without much cause for attention. It was the kind of day where Flora would shift into her own sort of autopilot. Her hearing would mute, her body would numb, and her mind would just simply turn off. Her legs still walked from class to class and her hands would still write notes and take tests, she just wasn’t there for any of it. When she later returned to manual, she was waiting for the light to change at the crosswalk in front of her school. She judged from the crowd of students waiting with her that classes were done for the day. She still checked her watch. When she looked up, Flora noticed another girl in the crowd staring at her. Flora reflected her gaze, sure she had missed something.

            “I’m sorry,” Flora said, smiling to the stranger. “Could you say that again?”

            “I didn’t say anything,” the girl replied, returning Flora’s smile.

            “Then, why are you looking at me?”

            She shrugged. “You’re just pretty.”

            Flora’s body tensed as the girl looked away. The light changed and they walked on.

             On the bus home, Flora spent the ride staring at the other passengers; waiting to see if someone else began to stare at her. No one did. When she entered the lobby of her apartment complex, she made sure to catch her reflection on the glass door she opened on the way in. Though transparent, her reflection displayed enough for her to see that nothing was out of the normal.

            When she reached her home, Flora learned she’d managed to get home before her parents. It was a small victory, but still she celebrated, spreading herself over the soft velvet sofa in the living room. She had planned to start on her homework, but without wanting to, she fell asleep. She dreamed of a large black wooded office desk set within a large white room. A bored man sat behind the desk, furiously typing into his cellphone.  Flora floated over to him after which the bored man pulled out a sheet of paper from beneath him. He let it go and the white paper fell towards Flora. She grasped at the paper, but couldn’t stop it from hitting the floor behind her. Kneeling she saw that the sheet only had four words.

                        Sign your name please.

Flora found a pen in her hands and signed her name. Flora woke up to a hand gently shaking her shoulder. It was her stepmother.

“You know Flora-dear,” She said smiling ear to ear. “You shouldn’t crash on the sofa like this, it’s quite unseemly.”

Flora sat up, taking a quick glance at the dark sky outside of the large window in the living room. Flora’s father plopped down besides her and kissed her forehead. He brandished the television remote and pointed it towards the TV across from them. Flora’s stepmother moved in between him and the TV.

“Honey, you’re in the way.” He stated politely.

“Sweetie, we’re having our little talk with Flora now. Remember?”

“Yes, but Neil Degrass Tyson is about to-”

She crossed her arms. He glumly placed the remote on the sofa. Flora straightened herself in her seat as her stepmother sat down besides her.

“Flora-dear,” she said. “We wanted to start talking about college.”

“Not to make any big decisions,” Her dad interjected, resting an arm across her shoulders. “We still have a lot of time left before you really have to care about this.”

“She starts applying next year, I think now’s the right time to start caring. Besides this won’t take long Flora-dear.” She smiled sweetly. “I just want to know if you’ve thought at all about where you’re going to go after high school.”

            Flora cleared her throat. “I could go where you went.”

            “Columbia? That’s fine, but you could do so much better Flora-dear. I’m sure with your brain you could land a ticket overseas. Think Oxford or Cambridge or even Paris!”

            “Or you could just go to Columbia. Where ever you want’s fine Mati.”

            Flora stared at the floor, distracted by the sight of misplaced adhesive tile. She fought the urge to leave the sofa and adjust it.

            “You ok Mati?”

            Flora turned on her smile. “Yes, I’m fine Dad.”

            “Well do you have anything you want to add?”

“No, not really,” She said still eyeing the tile.

Her parents let the subject go and began watching the science channel. Flora silently excused herself, grabbed her coat, and stepped out of the apartment.

 She took the elevator up to the roof. Her roof doubled as a gated garden that grew only trees and flowers. But given that it was the month of January, the garden was pretty barren, save for a pine tree with a few remnants of Christmas spirit. Flora sat on a bench beneath the pine and began stargazing.

Her city never saw many stars; usually you would only catch the North Star with some other few twinkling lights. Flora and her dad often made a game out of guessing whether or not those other twinkling lights were real stars or just airplanes. She hadn’t played that game in years and given the night’s cloudy sky; it appeared she wouldn’t be playing it that night either. She walked over to the roof’s fenced edge. Though it was already dark, the streets were clogged with traffic. Most of the sounds from below couldn’t reach Flora, but lights came to her from all over the city. The large collection of darkened structures dotted the horizon with their own bright lights in a way that created their own sky, one that almost making up for the sky she could never see.

It was then that Flora noticed a young man standing on a rooftop across the street from her own. Although she could barely see his face, she could feel him staring back with a gaze that stunned her even with the large distance between them. He waved to her. Her hands twitched on the chain link fence. The young man turned away from her and began to run along his rooftop, jumping into a series of flips and cartwheels before landing safely before the edge. He bowed in Flora’s direction. Taken aback by the man’s sudden appearance and unprovoked theatrics, she let out a small laugh. The man yelled something though Flora couldn’t hear it. Then he ran off of the roof top.

8 - You Idiot

I can’t be honest with myself

Cause I cant have you

I want you

But

We haven’t met in almost a year

And though that makes this love a bit suspect

All I need is the feeling in my chest

That I get whenever I think I see you

A stressed heart beat, a fearful nausea

That flows into a guilty stream of utterances aimed

Straight at my brain

My stupid stupid brain

That tells calls me and idiot when I finally see it’s not you

And when I finally do see you

I almost don’t stop

My nerves full off signals to run

And then I speak to you

And I see your tired eyes and hear your sweet stutter

And I’m too busy hearing my heart flutter

To stop you from walking away

Without first giving you cause to smile

But I probably couldn’t have made you laugh

I’m a fool that never learned that skill

7 - Hey hey hey

Breathe in, now breathe out. 

We’ll get past this, no more doubts. 

Not even an ounce

6

Tell you what

After the show

Let’s grab a bite

Eat some cheese

Net us some fish

Trolololo

Sorry I meant to say something nice

Kill the awkwardness and be a real prize

Intentionally I don’t set out to make my self a fool

Love can do weird things to you

Lust can do weird things to you