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Kimby the R+ Postmodernist

Who wrote a delicious fanfic, translated German literature, cooked up something sweet, petted a cat, educated the masses, listened to Rammstein and hasn't cried once today?
This moi! > w <

[Occupation: a) English Literature, b) Philosophy, c) Creative Writing student]
[Career Prospects: Starving to Death, as a result of a), b), and c)]
[Runs #pointlessfactsbelowrammpics / #messerstein / #tillchardfans]

[Or are you looking for Daft Punk fanfiction??]
[Go here to ask/talk about Wanderjahre only!]

Sep 1 '14

About where I thought I would be.

Political Compass - Link here

Sep 1 '14

squareclocks:

I fucking hate it when you’re in such a fantastically giddy mood and then you see one simple little thing that makes you think, “oh” and then you just get this empty feeling in your chest and you get nauseous and the world just crumbles and you want to just lay under a blanket and close your eyes and fall asleep and never wake up. 

Aug 31 '14

fffffff

I’m not providing any context today

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"Why," he ends up shouting across the cafe, flailing his arms frantically to catch the other’s attention. “holy shit, it’s our friendly neighbourhood G-rated drug dealer.”

"How’d you like your java?" Guy says, and plunks down a cup upon the counter. Thomas runs up, reaches for it and grabs it around the handle before taking a closer look. It’s an empty cup: perfectly clean, white, unpatterned bone china, warm from being freshly washed and dried, and ready for Thomas’s use only. All he needs is to speak up, and the friendly neighbourhood drug dealer will fulfill his order down to the very last drop. Not a bad deal at all, except for the fact that Thomas isn’t actually a human being and doesn’t know what ‘the kind of java that he would like’ actually tastes like.

You see, Thomas as you read him isn’t a corporeal being. He’s text. He does whatever the author says that he does, even though when he ponders over those things later on he realizes that they will often make no sense in comparison to reality. But reality - or more accurately, ‘how things are supposed to be’, is in reference to something that many of us simply pre-assume that we share, even though we don’t. Arguably this means that canonicity or authenticity can’t be achieved in text (the moment you try to write reality down, you’re not doing justice to reality), so, you know, anything goes, I guess. Make them do whatever you want them to do, I’m sure it doesn’t actually matter. To give one such example, Thomas here quits the chain of postmodernist thought and picks up the empty cup, intending to call out a perfectly-reasonable order of a black coffee with two sugars and no milk; but instead of caffeinated bliss, the moment he raises the cup and tries to call for Guy his right arm seizes on its own and ends up hurling the cup towards the back of the counter, narrowly missing the other’s head, shattering it into tiny pieces.

Thomas hates his arms.
He hates them. He really does hate them.
He thinks he ought to slice the fucking things off someday.

Aug 31 '14

godnonotagain:

a heart’s a heavy burden

Aug 31 '14
Hello, Kimby! Thought you might like these pretty fellows that I’ve met in Moscow. Starlings, if I’m not mistaken. And sparrows, of course. I swear to God, I took at least 50 photos to get a nice one, these guys run really fast. Pretty much like this: 

Hello, Kimby! Thought you might like these pretty fellows that I’ve met in Moscow. Starlings, if I’m not mistaken. And sparrows, of course. I swear to God, I took at least 50 photos to get a nice one, these guys run really fast. Pretty much like this: 

Aug 31 '14

annademoss:

November 11 2012

Simply gorgeous borb *o*

I think it’s a white cockatoo? 

Aug 31 '14

Anonymous asked:

sorry this isn't really an opinion but i have a grudge against sjws as a whole because once i said something about writers not being obliged to stroke PoC/homosexual/whatever minority egos (i'm myself a PoC technically ftr) off anon (out of some misplaced idea of respect) and i got bitched out and my tag got flooded and long story short i lost a pretty cool username T_T
Aug 31 '14

But in the end
Your heart will always belong to me

Aug 31 '14

devillei:

Favorites: Parrots [ x ]
Aug 31 '14
vantasty:

the sad thing is the rough draft of this was supposed to be based off of the part in Electroma where Thomas self destructs and Guy-Manuel picks up all of his pieces and puts them in a pile. In Guy-Manuel’s hands were supposed to be pieces of Thomas that were bleeding, but i decided to ditch the idea and make Guy-Manuel bleed from his helmet with bloody hands. i don’t know why, but maybe it could resemble him crying???
(click for hd)

vantasty:

the sad thing is the rough draft of this was supposed to be based off of the part in Electroma where Thomas self destructs and Guy-Manuel picks up all of his pieces and puts them in a pile. In Guy-Manuel’s hands were supposed to be pieces of Thomas that were bleeding, but i decided to ditch the idea and make Guy-Manuel bleed from his helmet with bloody hands. i don’t know why, but maybe it could resemble him crying???

(click for hd)

(Source: raynervezjr)

Aug 31 '14
art-and-things-of-beauty:

William Hunter (1890-1967) - Collared Doves and Pansies, oil on canvas, 54.5 x 70 cm. 

art-and-things-of-beauty:

William Hunter (1890-1967) - Collared Doves and Pansies, oil on canvas, 54.5 x 70 cm. 

Aug 31 '14

thegoldandsilverdream:

A collection of Daft Punk’s infamous pyramid symbol~~

Aug 31 '14

onlylolgifs:

Guy on Scooter Races His Macaw Parrot

Aug 31 '14

octopusco:

No meaning, just a tomato.

Aug 31 '14