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nonversationheart:

redwrenwalking:

In order to ensure a safe environment for library staff and patrons, Provost Miles, Dean Doherty and I agree that it is necessary to restrict daily access to all areas of the second floor during the period 8 a.m. to 2 p.m. (Monday through Friday). After 2 p.m. and on Saturday and Sunday full use of the second floor will be reestablished. 

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

FLIPS EVERYTHING

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wait seriously ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING

Advice that would improve my mornings drastically

nonversationheart:

I will not live out all my teenage dreams by going to the Fall Out Boy concert.

I will not live out all my teenage dreams by going to the Fall Out Boy concert.

I will not live out all my teenage dreams by going to the Fall Out Boy concert.

I will not live out all my teenage dreams by going to the Fall Out Boy concert.

I will not live out all my teenage dreams by going to the Fall Out Boy concert.

I will not live out all my teenage dreams by going to the Fall Out Boy concert.

wait you didn’t see them first year with blink 182?  they do a great live show.

Dear Stranger, by Shizuka Yokomizo

For this 1998-2000 series of portraits, photographer Shizuka Yokomizo left several anonymous letters on the doorsteps of random ground floor apartments that read:

Dear Stranger,

I am an artist working on a photographic project which involves people I do not know…. I would like to take a photograph of you standing in your front room from the street in the evening.”

The letter specified a certain ten-minute period during which the artist would approach, take the picture, and slip back into the darkness. She would only reveal her identity once her subjects received a print and contact information (so that they could let her know if they objected to their portrait being exhibited).

Yokomizo made sure that when the photos were taken, the light would be too dark outside to see her — it would only allow her subjects to see their own reflections in the window they were looking out of.

(via madamsorgan)