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The reason I like you is that you’re so definitely normal. You got famous by accident, but it’s clear that you were and still are no different from any other college student. I’d say fate is a funny thing, but really it’s just chaos; so, chaos is a funny thing. It’s like, you own it, you know? You make it clear that you’re not a comic prodigy or the next Euclid. You had a great idea, pulled off an epic troll in a Justin Bieber contest, and the fact that you’re beautiful and white didn’t hurt you. Now, you find yourself in a funny situation. You haven’t been able to match that first awesome parody, but as always, the internet wants MOAR. You chose to engage with your audience, because you’re pretty awesome, but I can tell that it’s scary having this expectation on you. Take care of yourself, Laina Walker, and stay classy.

"One morning after my grandmother had died, my father and I were sitting together in our kitchen. It was almost 5 o’clock when we started to chat. Many topics fell within the purview of our discussion, but the prime point that he made to me was that whether you have billions of dollars riding on your decisions, or you’re digging ditches and living hand to mouth, whether you’re inventing better ways to transmit knowledge and facilitate the expansion of the human consciousness, or playing point guard for the Boston Celtics, everything that a human does in his or her life is play. We live around each other, we put things out and take things back in, and some day, the world will disappear, and beyond that, if we have led an exodus into the stars, some day all worlds will disappear, and we the observers will no longer be able to look on our works and the works of those who came before us. So be passionate, because it’s fun to have vigor, and satisfying to love things, but remember that it’s all just play.
I love that man deeply."

- E. A. McMullan (June 17th, 2012)

Haunting. Their voices were so beautiful. I want to do something this beautiful with my voice someday.

Collect me in Artists Wanted so my art can be in Times Square and I can get all kinds of money (even Atlantian!)

This is rad. Click the title. Read my statement. Appraise my humble offering. Click the star at the top and collect me. Please, please, pretty please!

I love you all and I wanna have all your babies.

A movie should open on a couple having sex, then at the peak of passion, as the two achieve orgasm, I want this song to start playing in the afterglow; the song should play from beginning to end, as the couple go through their whole post-coital interaction. It would be beautiful.

Kickstarter - The Banner Saga

Check this game. it’s going to melt your faces with artistic majesty!

I was in my friend’s studio with my brother last night, jamming in preparation for my brother’s concert on Sunday. In order to keep my friend’s dog happy, someone had to be carrying her in a cloth shopping bag. Most of the time it was me.

I was in my friend’s studio with my brother last night, jamming in preparation for my brother’s concert on Sunday. In order to keep my friend’s dog happy, someone had to be carrying her in a cloth shopping bag. Most of the time it was me.

The flimsy trappings of decorum worked to silence a just and earnest man. Is the House of Representatives a church? No. Is it the court of a monarchy? It should not be. To whom must our representatives genuflect when they unshod their brows? They genuflect to the rusted machinery of inflexible, corrupt authority. Every human should be able to cover their heads if it is their prerogative without the threat of censorship or murder.

FUCKING YES! That boy’s voice is fucking incredible. Simon took every word right out of my mouth.