Why the Oxford comma is important.
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Update:
I think this is the original, inspired by this.
(via lynsah)
Jin’s new apartment. Am I feeling the pressure? Heck yes. He’s got a dressing table now. Hehe. Also, first time out with my new camera.
Wish I was here.
I’m one of those people that believe in déjà vu—that if I experience a moment, I’m exactly where I need to be in life. Since the beginning of September I’ve had so many instances of it from conversations with close friends, writing banal emails and even looking at apartments that I’m convinced even though this education is costing my parents (and many other parents) a ton of money, that in the grand scheme of things, I am exactly where I need to be, and that I will be alright.
Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want
(And by what I want, I mean that amazing apartment I saw today.)
I— I follow, I follow you
Deep sea baby, I follow you
I— I follow, I follow you
Dark doom honey, I follow you
God I love SMBC. You know, this comic reminds me of several froyo—and some other—places in Singapore: ”Sir! How come all the females in your establishment have the same phenotype? Why do they all wear t-shirts, shorts, and caps with ponytails?”
(Yes, I believe in the Oxford comma.)
via orehrepus / dear-photograph
I need to get my head around this.
TO. DIE. FOR.
A group of 50 rich Germans have joined the “tax me harder” movement by renewing their open call to Angela Merkel to “stop the gap between rich and poor getting even bigger”.
I don’t think you’d see this in Singapore, for a variety of reasons apart from the obvious.
MLB presenters experience an earthquake for the first time: “Is there an earthquake? Should we… go somewhere?”
Priceless. Guy in the studio control room switching cameras must be from California.
Minimalist Room. I like.
Maybe I’ll get an unfurnished apartment in London, just so I can do it up however I want. The living room would be a pain in the ass, though.
