My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you’ve been mean to someone, they won’t believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it’s time to stop being nice, then destroy them. — Laurell K. Hamilton (via cold-winter-days)
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you’re a string player and you’re complaining about a 64-bar rest
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I am rapidly gaining control over the phalangeal extremities at the end of my shorter ex-thoracic segments. With my newfound mandibles, I have spilt soup into the lap of the man who is not my mother, shredded the newspaper he was reading, and investigated the great house beast’s slobber-hole by clutching it’s lips. The beast was consternated, and lapped at my face with it’s gross tongue, and I was unable to fend it off.
No matter, I am undaunted. Science will not be denied!
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London showgirls, 1967
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