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tommypom:

POM BATTLE ROYALE: EDDIE VS TOMMY

tommypom:

POM BATTLE ROYALE: EDDIE VS TOMMY

Reblogged from Tommy the Pomeranian
Omg anyone knows what’s the name of this colour, I’ve been looking for this kind of pastel pink since like forever!

Omg anyone knows what’s the name of this colour, I’ve been looking for this kind of pastel pink since like forever!

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say-quack:

I was shooting a scene in my new film, No Strings Attached, in which I say to Natalie Portman, 

“If you miss me, you can’t text, you can’t email, you can’t post it on my Facebook wall. If you really miss me, you come and see me.” 

I began to think of all of the billions of intimate exchanges sent daily via fingers and screens, bouncing between satellites and servers. With all this texting, emailing, and social networking, I started wondering, “Are we all becoming so in touch with one another that we are in danger of losing touch?”
It used to be that boy met girl and they exchanged phone numbers. Anticipation built. They imagined the entire relationship before a call ever happened. The phone rang. Hearts pounded. “Hello?” Followed by a conversation that lasted two hours but felt like two minutes and would be examined with friends for two weeks. If all went well, a date was arranged. That was then.
Now we exchange numbers but text instead of calling because it mitigates the risks of early failure and eliminates those deafening moments of silence. Now anticipation builds. Bdoop. “It was NICE meeting u” Both sides overanalyze every word. We talk to a friend, an impromptu Cyrano: “He wrote nice in all caps. What does that mean? What do I write back?” Then we write a response and delete it 10 times before sending a message that will appear 2 care, but not 2 much. If all goes well, a date will be arranged.
Whether you like it or not, the digital age has produced a new format for modern romance, and natural selection may be favoring the quick-thumbed quip peddler over the confident, ice-breaking alpha male. Or maybe we are hiding behind the cloak of digital text and spell-check to present superior versions of ourselves while using these less intimate forms of communication to accelerate the courting process. So what’s it really good for?
There is some argument about who actually invented text messaging, but I think it’s safe to say it was a man. Multiple studies have shown that the average man uses about half as many words per day as women, thus text messaging. It eliminates hellos and goodbyes and cuts right to the chase. Now, if that’s not male behavior, I don’t know what is. It’s also great for passing notes. There is something fun about sharing secrets with your date while in the company of others. Think of texting as a modern whisper in your lover’s car.
Sending sweet nothings on Twitter or Facebook is also fun. in some ways, it’s no different than sending flowers to the office: You are declaring your love for everyone to see. Who doesn’t like to be publicly adored. Just remember that what you post is out there and there’s some stuff you can’t un-see. But the reality is that we communicate with every part of our being, and there are times when we must use it all. When someone needs us, he or she needs all of us. There’s no text that can replace a loving touch when someone we love is hurting.
We haven’t lost romance in the digital age, but we may be neglecting it. In doing so, antiquated art forms are taking on new importance. The power of a hand-written letter is greater than ever. It’s personal and deliberate means more than an email or text ever will. It has a unique scent. It requires deciphering. But, most important, it’s flawed There are errors in handwriting, punctuation, grammar, and spelling that show our vulnerability. And vulnerability is the essence of romance. It’s the art of being uncalculated, the willingness to look foolish, the courage to say,

“This is me, and I’m interested in you enough to show you my flaws with the hope that you may embrace me for all that I am but, more importantly, all that I am not.”

—Ashton Kutcher

say-quack:

I was shooting a scene in my new film, No Strings Attached, in which I say to Natalie Portman,

“If you miss me, you can’t text, you can’t email, you can’t post it on my Facebook wall. If you really miss me, you come and see me.”

I began to think of all of the billions of intimate exchanges sent daily via fingers and screens, bouncing between satellites and servers. With all this texting, emailing, and social networking, I started wondering, “Are we all becoming so in touch with one another that we are in danger of losing touch?”

It used to be that boy met girl and they exchanged phone numbers. Anticipation built. They imagined the entire relationship before a call ever happened. The phone rang. Hearts pounded. “Hello?” Followed by a conversation that lasted two hours but felt like two minutes and would be examined with friends for two weeks. If all went well, a date was arranged. That was then.

Now we exchange numbers but text instead of calling because it mitigates the risks of early failure and eliminates those deafening moments of silence. Now anticipation builds. Bdoop. “It was NICE meeting u” Both sides overanalyze every word. We talk to a friend, an impromptu Cyrano: “He wrote nice in all caps. What does that mean? What do I write back?” Then we write a response and delete it 10 times before sending a message that will appear 2 care, but not 2 much. If all goes well, a date will be arranged.

Whether you like it or not, the digital age has produced a new format for modern romance, and natural selection may be favoring the quick-thumbed quip peddler over the confident, ice-breaking alpha male. Or maybe we are hiding behind the cloak of digital text and spell-check to present superior versions of ourselves while using these less intimate forms of communication to accelerate the courting process. So what’s it really good for?

There is some argument about who actually invented text messaging, but I think it’s safe to say it was a man. Multiple studies have shown that the average man uses about half as many words per day as women, thus text messaging. It eliminates hellos and goodbyes and cuts right to the chase. Now, if that’s not male behavior, I don’t know what is. It’s also great for passing notes. There is something fun about sharing secrets with your date while in the company of others. Think of texting as a modern whisper in your lover’s car.

Sending sweet nothings on Twitter or Facebook is also fun. in some ways, it’s no different than sending flowers to the office: You are declaring your love for everyone to see. Who doesn’t like to be publicly adored. Just remember that what you post is out there and there’s some stuff you can’t un-see. But the reality is that we communicate with every part of our being, and there are times when we must use it all. When someone needs us, he or she needs all of us. There’s no text that can replace a loving touch when someone we love is hurting.

We haven’t lost romance in the digital age, but we may be neglecting it. In doing so, antiquated art forms are taking on new importance. The power of a hand-written letter is greater than ever. It’s personal and deliberate means more than an email or text ever will. It has a unique scent. It requires deciphering. But, most important, it’s flawed There are errors in handwriting, punctuation, grammar, and spelling that show our vulnerability. And vulnerability is the essence of romance. It’s the art of being uncalculated, the willingness to look foolish, the courage to say,

“This is me, and I’m interested in you enough to show you my flaws with the hope that you may embrace me for all that I am but, more importantly, all that I am not.

—Ashton Kutcher

Reblogged from Twenty-Two

1840

Overwhelmed with sadness. Too affected by everything that has happened.

Life’s too cruel.

Missing you so badly.

Cannot imagine the pain… it must be unbearable.

Please stay safe, friends <3

topherchris:

Tommypom’s Magic Box: Episode 1

Reblogged from Tommy the Pomeranian
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mochacafe:

via ohsopictures
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musicdiscussions:

thedailywhat:

Classical Music Upgrade of the Day: Award-winning photographer Nikolaj Lund happens to have a master’s degree in cello performance, which makes for quite the inventive take on the traditional genre of classical music.
Don’t miss the full gallery.
[mymodernmet]

I don’t know if anyone here has seen these yet, but some of them are pretty cool. My favorite is the man playing the French Horn in the tree.

LOVE THIS. AMAZING PICTURES

musicdiscussions:

thedailywhat:

Classical Music Upgrade of the Day: Award-winning photographer Nikolaj Lund happens to have a master’s degree in cello performance, which makes for quite the inventive take on the traditional genre of classical music.

Don’t miss the full gallery.

[mymodernmet]

I don’t know if anyone here has seen these yet, but some of them are pretty cool. My favorite is the man playing the French Horn in the tree.

LOVE THIS. AMAZING PICTURES

Reblogged from Musical Melody
perfectmadness:

(by clara z)
Reblogged from Pretty Reckless

1837

There should be a rule that says “no flirting on Twitter”.

Anyway, I’m secretly hoping that all the brits are bad at aural so that I can finally do well at something hahaha. Praying hard that the exam goes well tomorrow.

Happy first of may, 20 days to home yayyyyyy

x

tommypom:

“Look at this photograph, every time I do it makes me laugh.”

tommypom:

“Look at this photograph, every time I do it makes me laugh.”

Reblogged from Tommy the Pomeranian

the13thchair:

Hey I just met you.
And it sounded crazy.
But here’s a tuner
So practice maybe.

Reblogged from Musical Melody

1601

The weather’s making me so miserable it’s crazy. You never really understand what people mean by the weather affects your mood until you live in a country that isn’t Singapore.

In SG if I’m sad there are people to cheer me up. Like, go out with me, buy me things and good food. I’m so helpless here. I just feel like dying.

The weather’s making everything 10 times worse. I can’t go out to practise or study or buy food, and traveling anywhere takes like 5 times the amount of time. Stressed and miserable.

Please stop being so gloomy and rainy. I feel so miserable I can’t even believe it myself.

Seriously, it’s already been winter for like almost half a year now. Time for you to go and let Spring come. PLEASE DEAR WEATHER I’M BEGGING YOU ASDFGHJKL >:(