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dduane: itsgeorgia: :’( It’s always a hard time for dreamers. But here’s a fairy tale about what they can do about it.  Once upon a time, during World War II, the Nazis thought about invading Switzerland. In fact they thought about it more than once: they thought about it kind of all the time, because Switzerland was not only pretty well off financially (everyone thinks of that first, what can you do…) but also occupied a strategically vital spot in the middle of Europe and was a crossroads through which they could more easily attack other central European countries. So the Nazis sent a high-end general to lean on the Swiss and get them to surrender. The general went to Bern (which is the capital of the country) and met with the general in charge of the Swiss Army, a man named Guisan. (It’s worth noting here that the only time the Swiss Army has a General is in times of war.) The German general sat down with General Guisan and told him about how powerful the German Army was, and how many tanks and bombs it had. But mostly he told him about how very very outnumbered by the German army the Swiss were. “We have more than six times your numbers waiting outside your borders to strike,” the German general said. “Six times!” And this was a magic number, because every good tactician knows that if you have a five-times’ numerical superiority over your enemy’s troops, you can basically roll right over them and stomp them flat and there’ll be nothing left of them afterwards but a bloody smear. Now General Guisan knew perfectly well that the Germans would really rather the Swiss just surrendered, because that way they’d be able to take over all the valuable Swiss manufacturing infrastructure that would otherwise be destroyed in a pitched battle. And doubtless a lot of lives would have been spared if the Swiss just threw open their borders and let in such a massively outnumbering force, and no one would have blamed them afterwards: because after all, outnumbered by a factor of six, what can you do?. But that is not how the Swiss roll. (Pardon the pun.) And General Guisan just leaned back in his chair when the German General told him one more time about their six-times-numerical superiority. And then he smiled, and he said: “I guess we’ll all just have to shoot six of you apiece, then.” And the German General got up and went home, and the Germans gave up thinking about invading Switzerland: because Swiss marksmanship is famous all over the world and he knew they could do it. And would. So there’s the example of what to do when it’s a hard time for dreamers: dream harder. Six times harder if necessary. Ten times. Twenty. Dream for all the people who don’t know how. Dream for the people who don’t know they need to. Dream for the people who wish they could but just don’t have the energy, because they’re already working so hard at things they need to do. Dream for the tens, the hundreds, the thousands. Dream harder.
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dduane:

itsgeorgia:

:’(

It’s always a hard time for dreamers. But here’s a fairy tale about what they can do about it. 

Once upon a time, during World War II, the Nazis thought about invading Switzerland. In fact they thought about it more than once: they thought about it kind of all the time, because Switzerland was not only pretty well off financially (everyone thinks of that first, what can you do…) but also occupied a strategically vital spot in the middle of Europe and was a crossroads through which they could more easily attack other central European countries.

So the Nazis sent a high-end general to lean on the Swiss and get them to surrender. The general went to Bern (which is the capital of the country) and met with the general in charge of the Swiss Army, a man named Guisan. (It’s worth noting here that the only time the Swiss Army has a General is in times of war.)

The German general sat down with General Guisan and told him about how powerful the German Army was, and how many tanks and bombs it had. But mostly he told him about how very very outnumbered by the German army the Swiss were. “We have more than six times your numbers waiting outside your borders to strike,” the German general said. “Six times!” And this was a magic number, because every good tactician knows that if you have a five-times’ numerical superiority over your enemy’s troops, you can basically roll right over them and stomp them flat and there’ll be nothing left of them afterwards but a bloody smear.

Now General Guisan knew perfectly well that the Germans would really rather the Swiss just surrendered, because that way they’d be able to take over all the valuable Swiss manufacturing infrastructure that would otherwise be destroyed in a pitched battle. And doubtless a lot of lives would have been spared if the Swiss just threw open their borders and let in such a massively outnumbering force, and no one would have blamed them afterwards: because after all, outnumbered by a factor of six, what can you do?.

But that is not how the Swiss roll. (Pardon the pun.) And General Guisan just leaned back in his chair when the German General told him one more time about their six-times-numerical superiority. And then he smiled, and he said:

“I guess we’ll all just have to shoot six of you apiece, then.”

And the German General got up and went home, and the Germans gave up thinking about invading Switzerland: because Swiss marksmanship is famous all over the world and he knew they could do it. And would.

So there’s the example of what to do when it’s a hard time for dreamers: dream harder. Six times harder if necessary. Ten times. Twenty. Dream for all the people who don’t know how. Dream for the people who don’t know they need to. Dream for the people who wish they could but just don’t have the energy, because they’re already working so hard at things they need to do. Dream for the tens, the hundreds, the thousands.

Dream harder.

(Source: fraiselune)

dduane: itsgeorgia: :’( It’s always a hard time for dreamers. But here’s a fairy tale about what they can do about it.  Once upon a time, during World War II, the Nazis thought about invading Switzerland. In fact they thought about it more than once: they thought about it kind of all the time, because Switzerland was not only pretty well off financially (everyone thinks of that first, what can you do…) but also occupied a strategically vital spot in the middle of Europe and was a crossroads through which they could more easily attack other central European countries. So the Nazis sent a high-end general to lean on the Swiss and get them to surrender. The general went to Bern (which is the capital of the country) and met with the general in charge of the Swiss Army, a man named Guisan. (It’s worth noting here that the only time the Swiss Army has a General is in times of war.) The German general sat down with General Guisan and told him about how powerful the German Army was, and how many tanks and bombs it had. But mostly he told him about how very very outnumbered by the German army the Swiss were. “We have more than six times your numbers waiting outside your borders to strike,” the German general said. “Six times!” And this was a magic number, because every good tactician knows that if you have a five-times’ numerical superiority over your enemy’s troops, you can basically roll right over them and stomp them flat and there’ll be nothing left of them afterwards but a bloody smear. Now General Guisan knew perfectly well that the Germans would really rather the Swiss just surrendered, because that way they’d be able to take over all the valuable Swiss manufacturing infrastructure that would otherwise be destroyed in a pitched battle. And doubtless a lot of lives would have been spared if the Swiss just threw open their borders and let in such a massively outnumbering force, and no one would have blamed them afterwards: because after all, outnumbered by a factor of six, what can you do?. But that is not how the Swiss roll. (Pardon the pun.) And General Guisan just leaned back in his chair when the German General told him one more time about their six-times-numerical superiority. And then he smiled, and he said: “I guess we’ll all just have to shoot six of you apiece, then.” And the German General got up and went home, and the Germans gave up thinking about invading Switzerland: because Swiss marksmanship is famous all over the world and he knew they could do it. And would. So there’s the example of what to do when it’s a hard time for dreamers: dream harder. Six times harder if necessary. Ten times. Twenty. Dream for all the people who don’t know how. Dream for the people who don’t know they need to. Dream for the people who wish they could but just don’t have the energy, because they’re already working so hard at things they need to do. Dream for the tens, the hundreds, the thousands. Dream harder.
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dduane:

itsgeorgia:

:’(

It’s always a hard time for dreamers. But here’s a fairy tale about what they can do about it. 

Once upon a time, during World War II, the Nazis thought about invading Switzerland. In fact they thought about it more than once: they thought about it kind of all the time, because Switzerland was not only pretty well off financially (everyone thinks of that first, what can you do…) but also occupied a strategically vital spot in the middle of Europe and was a crossroads through which they could more easily attack other central European countries.

So the Nazis sent a high-end general to lean on the Swiss and get them to surrender. The general went to Bern (which is the capital of the country) and met with the general in charge of the Swiss Army, a man named Guisan. (It’s worth noting here that the only time the Swiss Army has a General is in times of war.)

The German general sat down with General Guisan and told him about how powerful the German Army was, and how many tanks and bombs it had. But mostly he told him about how very very outnumbered by the German army the Swiss were. “We have more than six times your numbers waiting outside your borders to strike,” the German general said. “Six times!” And this was a magic number, because every good tactician knows that if you have a five-times’ numerical superiority over your enemy’s troops, you can basically roll right over them and stomp them flat and there’ll be nothing left of them afterwards but a bloody smear.

Now General Guisan knew perfectly well that the Germans would really rather the Swiss just surrendered, because that way they’d be able to take over all the valuable Swiss manufacturing infrastructure that would otherwise be destroyed in a pitched battle. And doubtless a lot of lives would have been spared if the Swiss just threw open their borders and let in such a massively outnumbering force, and no one would have blamed them afterwards: because after all, outnumbered by a factor of six, what can you do?.

But that is not how the Swiss roll. (Pardon the pun.) And General Guisan just leaned back in his chair when the German General told him one more time about their six-times-numerical superiority. And then he smiled, and he said:

“I guess we’ll all just have to shoot six of you apiece, then.”

And the German General got up and went home, and the Germans gave up thinking about invading Switzerland: because Swiss marksmanship is famous all over the world and he knew they could do it. And would.

So there’s the example of what to do when it’s a hard time for dreamers: dream harder. Six times harder if necessary. Ten times. Twenty. Dream for all the people who don’t know how. Dream for the people who don’t know they need to. Dream for the people who wish they could but just don’t have the energy, because they’re already working so hard at things they need to do. Dream for the tens, the hundreds, the thousands.

Dream harder.

(Source: fraiselune)

antho-logy: korraful: Date a girl who writes. Date a girl who may never wear completely clean clothes, because of coffee stains and ink spills. She’ll have many problems with her closet space, and her laptop is never boring because there are so many words, so many worlds that she’s cluttered amidst the space. Tabs open filled with obscure and popular music. Interesting factoids about Catherine the Great, and the immortality of jellyfish. Laugh it off when she tells you that she forgot to clean her room, that her clothes are lost among the binders so it’ll take her longer to get ready, that her shoes hidden under the mountain of broken Bic pens and the refurbished laptop that she’s saved for ever since she was twelve.  Kiss her under the lamppost, when it’s raining. Tell her your definition of love. Find a girl who writes. You’ll know that she has a sense of humor, a sense of empathy and kindness, and that she will dream up worlds, universes for you. She’s the one with the faintest of shadows underneath her eyelids, the one who smells of coffee and Coca-cola and jasmine green tea. You see that girl hunched over a notebook. That’s the writer. With her fingers occasionally smudged with charcoal, with ink that will travel onto your hands when you interlock your fingers with her’s. She will never stop, churning out adventures, of traitors and heroes. Darkness and light. Fear and love. That’s the writer. She can never resist filling a blank page with words, whatever the color of the page is. She’s the girl reading while waiting for her coffee and tea. She’s the quiet girl with her music turned up loud (or impossibly quiet), separating the two of you by an ocean of crescendos and decrescendos as she’s thinking of the perfect words. If you take a peek at her cup, the tea or coffee’s already cold. She’s already forgotten it. Use a pick-up line with her if she doesn’t look to busy. If she raises her head, offer to buy her another cup of coffee. Or of tea. She’ll repay you with stories. If she closes her laptop, give her your critique of Tolstoy, and your best theories of Hannibal and the Crossing. Tell her your characters, your dreams, and ask if she gotten through her first novel. It is hard to date a girl who writes. But be patient with her. Give her books for her birthday, pretty notebooks for Christmas and for anniversaries, moleskins and bookmarks and many, many books. Give her the gift of words, for writers are talkative people, and they are verbose in their thanks. Let her know that you’re behind her every step of the way, for the lines between fiction and reality are fluid. She’ll give you a chance. Don’t lie to her. She’ll understand the syntax behind your words. She’ll be disappointed by your lies, but a girl who writes will understand. She’ll understand that sometimes even the greatest heroes fail, and that happy endings take time, both in fiction and reality. She’s realistic. A girl who writes isn’t impatient; she will understand your flaws. She will cherish them, because a girl who writes will understand plot. She’ll understand that endings happen for better or for worst. A girl who writes will not expect perfection from you. Her narratives are rich, her characters are multifaceted because of interesting flaws. She’ll understand that a good book does not have perfect characters; villains and tragic flaws are the salt of books. She’ll understand trouble, because it spices up her story. No author wants an invincible hero; the girl who writes will understand that you are only human. Be her compatriot, be her darling, her love, her dream, her world. If you find a girl who writes, keep her close. If you find her at two AM, typing furiously, the neon gaze of the light illuminating her furrowed forehead, place a blanket gently on her so that she does not catch a chill. Make her a pot of tea, and sit with her. You may lose her to her world for a few moments, but she will come back to you, brimming with treasure. You will believe in her every single time, the two of you illuminated only by the computer screen, but invincible in the darkness. She is your Shahrazad. When you are afraid of the dark, she will guide you, her words turning into lanterns, turning into lights and stars and candles that will guide you through your darkest times. She’ll be the one to save you. She’ll whisk you away on a hot air balloon, and you will be smitten with her. She’s mischievous, frisky, yet she’s quiet and when she has to kill off a lovely character, when she cries, hold her and tell her that it will be alright.  You will propose to her. Maybe on a boat in the ocean, maybe in a little cottage in the Appalachian Mountains. Maybe in New York City. Maybe Chicago. Baltimore. Maybe outside her publisher’s office. Because she’s radiant, wherever she goes. Maybe even outside of a cinema where the two of you kiss in the rain. She’ll say that it is overused and clichéd, but the glint in her eyes will tell you that she appreciates it all the same. You will smile hard as she talks a mile a second, and your heart will skip a beat when she holds your hand and she will write stories of your lives together. She’ll hold you close and whisper secrets into your ears. She’s lovely, remember that. She’s self made and she’s brilliant. Her names for the children might be terrible, but you’ll be okay with that. A girl who writes will tell your children fantastical stories. Because that is the best part about a girl who writes. She has imagination and she has courage, and it will be enough. She’ll save you in the oceans of her dreams, and she’ll be your catharsis and your 11:11. She’ll be your firebird and she’ll be your knight, and she’ll become your world, in the curve of her smile, in the hazel of her eye the half-dimple on her face, the words that are pouring out of her, a torrent, a wave, a crescendo - so many sensations that you will be left breathless by a girl who writes. Maybe she’s not the best at grammar, but that is okay. Date a girl who writes because you deserve it. She’s witty, she’s empathetic, enigmatic at times and she’s lovely. She’s got the most colorful life. She may be living in NYC or she may be living in a small cottage. Date a girl who writes because a girl who writes reads. A girl who writes will understand reality. She’ll be infuriating at times, and maybe sometimes you will hate her. Sometimes she will hate you too. But a girl who writes understands human nature, and she will understand that you are weak. She will not leave on the Midnight Train the first moment that things go sour. She will understand that real life isn’t like a story, because while she works in stories, she lives in reality.  Date a girl who writes.  Because there is nothing better then a girl who writes. But I don’t like to write :(
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antho-logy:

korraful:

Date a girl who writes.

Date a girl who may never wear completely clean clothes, because of coffee stains and ink spills. She’ll have many problems with her closet space, and her laptop is never boring because there are so many words, so many worlds that she’s cluttered amidst the space. Tabs open filled with obscure and popular music. Interesting factoids about Catherine the Great, and the immortality of jellyfish. Laugh it off when she tells you that she forgot to clean her room, that her clothes are lost among the binders so it’ll take her longer to get ready, that her shoes hidden under the mountain of broken Bic pens and the refurbished laptop that she’s saved for ever since she was twelve. 

Kiss her under the lamppost, when it’s raining. Tell her your definition of love.

Find a girl who writes. You’ll know that she has a sense of humor, a sense of empathy and kindness, and that she will dream up worlds, universes for you. She’s the one with the faintest of shadows underneath her eyelids, the one who smells of coffee and Coca-cola and jasmine green tea. You see that girl hunched over a notebook. That’s the writer. With her fingers occasionally smudged with charcoal, with ink that will travel onto your hands when you interlock your fingers with her’s. She will never stop, churning out adventures, of traitors and heroes. Darkness and light. Fear and love. That’s the writer. She can never resist filling a blank page with words, whatever the color of the page is.

She’s the girl reading while waiting for her coffee and tea. She’s the quiet girl with her music turned up loud (or impossibly quiet), separating the two of you by an ocean of crescendos and decrescendos as she’s thinking of the perfect words. If you take a peek at her cup, the tea or coffee’s already cold. She’s already forgotten it.

Use a pick-up line with her if she doesn’t look to busy.

If she raises her head, offer to buy her another cup of coffee. Or of tea. She’ll repay you with stories. If she closes her laptop, give her your critique of Tolstoy, and your best theories of Hannibal and the Crossing. Tell her your characters, your dreams, and ask if she gotten through her first novel.

It is hard to date a girl who writes. But be patient with her. Give her books for her birthday, pretty notebooks for Christmas and for anniversaries, moleskins and bookmarks and many, many books. Give her the gift of words, for writers are talkative people, and they are verbose in their thanks. Let her know that you’re behind her every step of the way, for the lines between fiction and reality are fluid.

She’ll give you a chance.

Don’t lie to her. She’ll understand the syntax behind your words. She’ll be disappointed by your lies, but a girl who writes will understand. She’ll understand that sometimes even the greatest heroes fail, and that happy endings take time, both in fiction and reality. She’s realistic. A girl who writes isn’t impatient; she will understand your flaws. She will cherish them, because a girl who writes will understand plot. She’ll understand that endings happen for better or for worst.

A girl who writes will not expect perfection from you. Her narratives are rich, her characters are multifaceted because of interesting flaws. She’ll understand that a good book does not have perfect characters; villains and tragic flaws are the salt of books. She’ll understand trouble, because it spices up her story. No author wants an invincible hero; the girl who writes will understand that you are only human.

Be her compatriot, be her darling, her love, her dream, her world.

If you find a girl who writes, keep her close. If you find her at two AM, typing furiously, the neon gaze of the light illuminating her furrowed forehead, place a blanket gently on her so that she does not catch a chill. Make her a pot of tea, and sit with her. You may lose her to her world for a few moments, but she will come back to you, brimming with treasure. You will believe in her every single time, the two of you illuminated only by the computer screen, but invincible in the darkness.

She is your Shahrazad. When you are afraid of the dark, she will guide you, her words turning into lanterns, turning into lights and stars and candles that will guide you through your darkest times. She’ll be the one to save you.

She’ll whisk you away on a hot air balloon, and you will be smitten with her. She’s mischievous, frisky, yet she’s quiet and when she has to kill off a lovely character, when she cries, hold her and tell her that it will be alright. 

You will propose to her. Maybe on a boat in the ocean, maybe in a little cottage in the Appalachian Mountains. Maybe in New York City. Maybe Chicago. Baltimore. Maybe outside her publisher’s office. Because she’s radiant, wherever she goes. Maybe even outside of a cinema where the two of you kiss in the rain. She’ll say that it is overused and clichéd, but the glint in her eyes will tell you that she appreciates it all the same.

You will smile hard as she talks a mile a second, and your heart will skip a beat when she holds your hand and she will write stories of your lives together. She’ll hold you close and whisper secrets into your ears. She’s lovely, remember that. She’s self made and she’s brilliant. Her names for the children might be terrible, but you’ll be okay with that. A girl who writes will tell your children fantastical stories.

Because that is the best part about a girl who writes. She has imagination and she has courage, and it will be enough. She’ll save you in the oceans of her dreams, and she’ll be your catharsis and your 11:11. She’ll be your firebird and she’ll be your knight, and she’ll become your world, in the curve of her smile, in the hazel of her eye the half-dimple on her face, the words that are pouring out of her, a torrent, a wave, a crescendo - so many sensations that you will be left breathless by a girl who writes.

Maybe she’s not the best at grammar, but that is okay.

Date a girl who writes because you deserve it. She’s witty, she’s empathetic, enigmatic at times and she’s lovely. She’s got the most colorful life. She may be living in NYC or she may be living in a small cottage. Date a girl who writes because a girl who writes reads.

A girl who writes will understand reality. She’ll be infuriating at times, and maybe sometimes you will hate her. Sometimes she will hate you too. But a girl who writes understands human nature, and she will understand that you are weak. She will not leave on the Midnight Train the first moment that things go sour. She will understand that real life isn’t like a story, because while she works in stories, she lives in reality. 

Date a girl who writes. 

Because there is nothing better then a girl who writes.

But I don’t like to write :(

(Source: byleistr)

okitokki: Tokkin Gangnam Style 1” Button Giveaway on Tumblr! There has been a delay with my screenprinting of the tees >< I’m sorry about that! But for your patience, I’m giving away 2 TOKKIN GANGNAM STYLE 1” buttons— everyone in the world is eligible to participate! I will ship them worldwide~ 3 Easy Steps to Win. All three steps must be completed! 1) Follow okitokki.tumblr.com2) Like this photo3) Reblog this photo and leave all information intact! You can reblog as many times as you want but please be courteous to your followers!  *Note* Please leave your askbox open so I can message you if you win. There will be 2 winners, each receiving one button ♥ and will be chosen using Random.org next Tuesday, Sept. 18! ♥ Good luck!
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okitokki:

Tokkin Gangnam Style 1” Button Giveaway on Tumblr!

There has been a delay with my screenprinting of the tees >< I’m sorry about that! But for your patience, I’m giving away 2 TOKKIN GANGNAM STYLE 1” buttons— everyone in the world is eligible to participate! I will ship them worldwide~


3 Easy Steps to Win. All three steps must be completed!


1) Follow okitokki.tumblr.com
2) Like this photo
3) Reblog this photo and leave all information intact! You can reblog as many times as you want but please be courteous to your followers!
  *Note* Please leave your askbox open so I can message you if you win.

There will be 2 winners, each receiving one button ♥ and will be chosen using Random.org next Tuesday, Sept. 18! ♥ Good luck!

dirkku: alright so since i just reached 413 followers, i decided to host my first giveaway! i was originally going to make this more homestuck-y (hence the number) but then i remembered that i have an old drawing tablet i wont really need anymore. uvu its a Wacom Bamboo that i used for about two years. since its pretty old, it has some nicks on it but it works flawlessly! obviously it comes with the stylus and installation disc, plus a few extra stylus nibs if i can find them. i also wanted to include something homestuck-related in this, so you will get a drawing from me as well. im not the best artist, but hey, at least its something!! (examples: [x]) PRIZES: 1st: the tablet and a drawing of your choice (canon character, fankid, fantroll… its up to you!) 2nd: a drawing of your choice 3rd: a sprite edit of your choice (examples: [x]) RULES: no need to follow me, though it would be pretty rad if you did! reblog as much as you want but please dont spam your followers likes count no giveaway or sideblogs, i will be checking! have your askbox open you must be comfortable with giving me your name &amp; address i will ship internationally but im gonna need some help with the shipping if you live in fricking narnia. i have never sent anything abroad so i dont know how much it will cost but im sure we can figure something out!! my ask is open so let me know if there are any obscurities! EDIT: jesus christ i forgot the end date. its the 11th of october so you have one month! HAVE FUN AND GOOD LUCK!!!!
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dirkku:

alright so since i just reached 413 followers, i decided to host my first giveaway! i was originally going to make this more homestuck-y (hence the number) but then i remembered that i have an old drawing tablet i wont really need anymore. uvuimage

its a Wacom Bamboo that i used for about two years. since its pretty old, it has some nicks on it but it works flawlessly! obviously it comes with the stylus and installation disc, plus a few extra stylus nibs if i can find them.

i also wanted to include something homestuck-related in this, so you will get a drawing from me as well. im not the best artist, but hey, at least its something!! (examples: [x])

PRIZES:

1st: the tablet and a drawing of your choice (canon character, fankid, fantroll… its up to you!)

2nd: a drawing of your choice

3rd: a sprite edit of your choice (examples: [x])

RULES:

  • no need to follow me, though it would be pretty rad if you did!
  • reblog as much as you want but please dont spam your followers
  • likes count
  • no giveaway or sideblogs, i will be checking!
  • have your askbox open
  • you must be comfortable with giving me your name & address

i will ship internationally but im gonna need some help with the shipping if you live in fricking narnia. i have never sent anything abroad so i dont know how much it will cost but im sure we can figure something out!!

my ask is open so let me know if there are any obscurities!

EDIT: jesus christ i forgot the end date. its the 11th of october so you have one month!

HAVE FUN AND GOOD LUCK!!!!

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