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(Source: justlittlethings)
BARNARD AND INTERVARSITY PRIDE
Outsider’s perspective: A man walks up to this young woman, and asks for her photograph. She agrees. The man backs up, bumps into a few people, but manages to get the shot. He returns to the young woman, shakes her hand, and exchanges a few pleasantries. The man then hands her a business card. The young woman looks at the business card. Then lots, and lots, and lots of hugging.
I get pretty emotional around those HONY fans.
@turtlebuckland
binder in which i took notes in spanish, whilst sitting behind vivien and yi tong.
slavin spanish, whaddup
@kelly lee!
Dear HONY,
Hi, I’m a Columbia student and I’d like to tell you about the head of the classics department up here at Columbia in Morningside Heights. Her name is Gerry Visco and she doubles as a writer for the New York Post. She is the most eccentric, real, no bullshit, and indeed, CRAZY lady I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. Just google “Gerry Visco” to see what I mean. She goes around the city and hosts all sorts of alternative parties and writes about them. She has the most unique and loudest fashion sense of anyone I know. It’s crazy, you walk up the the 6th floor of Hamilton hall and enter her office and just see all of these bottles of vodka and weird knick-knacks all over the place. You see this huge iMac and this forest of pink hair strands flowing in every which direction behind it. This is her head. She curses, she yells, she calls people out, yet shes one of the nicest, and most honest people I’ve ever known. If anyone deserves to be on HONY, it’s Geraldine Winifred Visco. She is intertwined with the history of New York City. Name a famous New York celebrity, and she can tell you about some time back in the 70s or 80s when she met them. I don’t know how you’d catch her on the street though. I would suggest walking right into Hamilton Hall and going up to the 6th floor and just talking to her. She’d LOVE the attention.
-Jason Ravel
Although Cracked recently pointed out a rather terrifying implication about the ending of The Iron Giant (1999), I’m still loving Miles Pierre’s above fan art.
‘Why did you do all of this for me?’ he asked.
‘I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for you.’
‘You have been my friend,’ replied Charlotte.
‘That in itself is a tremendous thing. I wove my webs for you because I liked you. After all, what’s a life anyway? We’re born, we live a little while, we die. A spider’s life can’t help being something of a mess, with all this trapping and eating flies. By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows anyone’s life can stand a little of that.’
