Barsong
I love how, while we were drinking last night at the bar, we broke out into Rains of Castamere.
Rum Diary by Drew Wallace
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Cards Against Humanity is a party game for horrible people.
Unlike most of the party games you’ve played before, Cards Against Humanity is as despicable and awkward as you and your friends.
The game is simple. Each round, one player asks a question from a Black Card, and everyone else answers with their funniest White Card.
And it is distributed under a Creative Commons license, meaning it is not only free to play, but remixing, and changing the game are more than just encouraged.The official hard copy has been sold out for a while now, but a PDF of all the cards, and instructions distributed by the creators for making your own deck can be found here.
You’re welcome, and enjoy!
WANT!
Game needs to be in my life.
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Joseph Mallord William Turner, Sunset amid Dark Clouds over the Sea, from The Whalers Sketchbook (ca. 1845)
“Complaining is stupid. Either act or forget.”
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“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
”
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.
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I love how, while we were drinking last night at the bar, we broke out into Rains of Castamere.
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Tree-Wheel of Life, freshly done. My own design, on my lower back. (Taken with instagram)
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The National - The Rains of Castamere
Yes now the rains weep o’er his hall,
and not a soul to hear.