The Poetry of Frat Boys
There once was a whippoorwill Sitting on my window sill. I lured him in with crumbs of bread And hammered in his fucking head.
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wordpainting: leavemethismess: (via onhershelf) Nice! Time for a Pilgrimage
The dumbest bitch I know is now a furry. I don’t know if I should be amused or ashamed that I even know a furry.
"Jason and the Argonauts" is on Netflix
My life is fucking complete.
You have a lot of water here. If we become more powerful than you we will come...– Cake at the Green River Music Festival
im loving some old outkast right now omg makes me wanna smoke all day why am...– Sara G. (There’s some pure poetry right there)
I Don't Know Perfume, Clearly
kenna: what would you do if i wore Ludacris Tag body spray?
me: laugh at you for eternity.
kenna: I hate you. I want it.
kenna: BECAUSE IT'S LUDACRIS BODY SPRAY, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? WHY WOULD YOU NOT WEAR IT?
me: depends on how it smells
kenna: LIKE RAP AND WOMEN
I just want to learn cello now.
...and then I walked into a sex store
But seriously, I got harassed by mennonites and they gave me a free album of religious music right outside Oh My… which is a sensuality shop in Northampton and also location of the nude photography opening I was attending. I wish I had turned around to see their reaction after trying to show me the light.
After going through some of my previous posts on here I realized this blog does a pretty good summation of my personality: A serious, hopeless romantic with a rather sickening sense of humor. Dear God, even my personality is a paradox.
Drawers (Song in Progress)
Verse I The bedside drawers Spill the past onto the floor. Old photographs make a film that burns my eyes And old letters fill my ears with a lover’s distant sighs. Chorus The memories come and go Echoing through the halls of my head Where I’m haunted by all the true things I never said Verse II And the cracks I made in the sidewalks Where I used to run Are filling...
What is originality? Undetected plagiarism.– William Ralph Inge (1860-1954) (via austinkleon, newspaperblackout)
The Don'ts of Donating Blood
I have donated blood twice now. Each donation has marked some dramatic and somewhat avoidable instances of pain and alarm due to my moments of idiocy which occur too often . Maybe I’ve finally learned my lesson. DON’T Donate While Emotionally Distressed This passed January I donated blood to the American Red Cross for the first time. At the time I was troubled with what I felt at...