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'Gilmore Girls' Fans Can Now Visit a Real-Life Luke's Diner
Gilmore Girls fans, get ready to drink your weight in coffee. Luke's diner is coming to life—complete with coffee and pie.

Lukes Diner coming to Detroit and potentially 100 other locals October 5th!

Hoping @netflix brings this promo to Canada as well.

anon has been turned on again, but if that feature is abused once more, i’m turning it right back off. i’m going to have opinions that vary from other peoples’. it’s only natural, we all don’t think the same. so, don’t attack me for mine, let alone on anon. if you’re going to say it, you might as well say it to my face. anon is for people who are too nervous to approach me on their own, not for assholes who want to cower behind anon. thanks.

ARCHAIC 

[adjective] 

1. marked by the characteristics of an earlier period; antiquated. 

2. (of a linguistic form) commonly used in an earlier time but rare in present-day usage except to suggest the older time, as in religious rituals or historical novels.

3. forming the earliest stage; prior to full development. 

4. (often initial capital letter) pertaining to or designating the style of the fine arts, especially painting and sculpture, developed in Greece from the middle 7th to the early 5th century b.c., chiefly characterised by an increased emphasis on the human figure in action, naturalistic proportions and anatomical structure, simplicity of volumes, forms, or design, and the evolution of a definitive style for the narrative treatment of subject matter. 

5. primitive; ancient; old. 

Etymology: from Greek archaïkós, “antiquated, old-fashioned”, equivalent to archaî(os), “old”.

[weremoon - hollowed]

Ever since then I’d rehearsed our eventual meeting, running through different scenarios in my head. I’d imagined Lockwood asking me to rejoin the company. Asking, or begging, even–going down on bended knee. I'd thought of how I would have to refuse him, and how the warm pain of it would pierce my heart. I’d also conjured visions of meeting him unexpectedly, while out on moonlit cases, and of us having bittersweet conversations before going our separate ways. Yes, I’d imagined plenty of situations, all sorts of variables.
   But never quite this one.
— 

Lucy Carlyle, The Creeping Shadow

-Jonathan Stroud

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Happy Birthday Tim Burton (August 25, 1958)

Thank you for the art!

I have a problem when people say something’s real or not real, or normal or abnormal. The meaning of those words for me is very personal and subjective. I’ve always been confused and never had a clearcut understanding of the meaning of those kinds of words.

Somehow I wish you knew - how every word is for you… every breath and heartbeat too. Every thought. Every dance, I danced alone, I wish I danced with you. Every sky that I have looked upon. Every tear that I let go of… Every ache inside my soul, and every face I look away from - I only longed to turn and look at you.