But she didn’t love him, not in the simple and impossible sense of the word. In reality she hardly knew him. And he hardly knew her. They knew intimately the aspects of themselves in the other, but never the other. Could he have guessed what she dreamed of? Could she have guessed, could she have cared to guess, where he traveled at night? They were strangers.
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Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated (via mermaidsongs)
I wonder how many foolish people think they know.
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Feeling thirsty? This gruesome creation is a cocktail called the Alien Brain Hemorrhage.
Here’s how you make one:
Fill a shot glass halfway with peach schnapps. Gently pour Bailey’s Irish Cream on top. After the shot is almost full, carefully add a small amount of blue curacao. After it settles, add a small splash (or a few drops) of grenadine syrup.
Photo by Martin Williams
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Feeling thirsty? This gruesome creation is a cocktail called the Alien Brain Hemorrhage.
Here’s how you make one:
Fill a shot glass halfway with peach schnapps. Gently pour Bailey’s Irish Cream on top. After the shot is almost full, carefully add a small amount of blue curacao. After it settles, add a small splash (or a few drops) of grenadine syrup.
Photo by Martin Williams
[via Neatorama]")
Feeling thirsty? This gruesome creation is a cocktail called the Alien Brain Hemorrhage.
Here’s how you make one:
Fill a shot glass halfway with peach schnapps. Gently pour Bailey’s Irish Cream on top. After the shot is almost full, carefully add a small amount of blue curacao. After it settles, add a small splash (or a few drops) of grenadine syrup.
Photo by Martin Williams
[via Neatorama]
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