Bound By Symmetry

I like things like music, cooking, poems and shitty TV. And Europe.
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Bob’s Burgers show artist and producer Tony Gennaro designs a custom script cover for every single episode’s table read, “just for the fun of it and in spite of the fact that he’s already extremely busy with real work.”

Check out Flavorwire’s gallery of Clever Script Covers From Bob’s Burgers

flavorpill:

Bob’s Burgers show artist and producer Tony Gennaro designs a custom script cover for every single episode’s table read, “just for the fun of it and in spite of the fact that he’s already extremely busy with real work.”

Check out Flavorwire’s gallery of Clever Script Covers From Bob’s Burgers

guys. everybody read it.
“Everything lies dead in his memory, except for the tiger’s wife, for whom, on certain nights, he goes calling, making that tight note that falls and falls. The sound is lonely, and low, and no one hears it anymore.”

guys. everybody read it.

“Everything lies dead in his memory, except for the tiger’s wife, for whom, on certain nights, he goes calling, making that tight note that falls and falls. The sound is lonely, and low, and no one hears it anymore.”

The Frenemy.: A Reminder

thefrenemy:

Wearing a bathing suit should not be scary. You would not rather eat cat food than find a bathing suit. You have a stretch mark or two or three but nobody gets arrested for that shit. That shit is okay. I like your thighs. Take care of your feet. You do not have to transform into Lana Del Ray…

cornellcas:


Klarman Hall groundbreaking inspires poem by Assistant Professor of English Joanie Mackowski 
Rejoice! We lean into the shovel, for the earth gives. For humanity’s common ground yields more than human within us. For we earthlings sprouted from earth, from one humble adamahi*, a sheath of loam the sun cast off winding the spring of time.
Full poem 

JOANIE

cornellcas:

Klarman Hall groundbreaking inspires poem by Assistant Professor of English Joanie Mackowski 

Rejoice! We lean into the shovel, for the earth gives.
For humanity’s common ground yields more than human within us.
For we earthlings sprouted from earth, from one humble adamahi*, a sheath of loam the sun cast off winding the spring of time.

Full poem 

JOANIE