I am going to weep over my lost undies. Not even Papa can make me feel good about putting a shirt on right now.
Fucking Papa. I am shirted and distressed.
I have no idea why I am distressed but it all started when I put my bra on and looked in the mirror. Today is not going to end well. Have fun with your box.
Thank you. And thank god I am still a faggot.
The old man bought me presents its hard to be distressed when you have 30 dollar jam to taste.
Its 'burnt fig'. It just tasted burnt. But better because it's for the rich.
Apparently no university in China fulfils these criteria.
- The Henry 'Hazza' H
About human love,
she knew nothing.
I’ll show you he promised.
But first you need legs.
And he held up
with the sharpest of tips
to the ripeness of her emerald tail.
She danced an involuntary dance,
twitching with fear.
down the muscular length
exposing the bone in its red canal.
She played dead on the rock
dead by the blue lagoon
dead to the ends of her divided tail.
He fell on her, sunk himself deep
into the apex.
Then he fled
on his human legs.
Human love cried the sea,
the sea in her head.
Can we just agree that Tegan and Sara's "Alligator" and it's Passion Pit remix are equally as good? Even if we both know that the remix is just a tiny bit better? Just a tiny bit. Like, which one would you rather listen to first thing in the morning as you sip a bloody mary? Just think about that for 45 minutes or so.
The likes of Mozart, Marilyn Manson and Perfume probably didn't create masterpieces with the idea of completely replacing your thoughts with their own in mind.
At my sister's wedding, the mother of the groom's speech was something like "This song in from [TV show] , I think it perfectly describes [name of bride] and [name of groom.] Listen carefully to the lyrics."
Then proceeded to sit down and let the song play with a satisfied look on her face that read "Fucking nailed it!"
Wouldn't it have been more meaningful if she'd decided to, I don't know, write her own fucking lyrics about how she feels now that her son is getting married?
Artists probably prefer you try not to relate too heavily with their work. Because it reflects badly on the music when 'tards like yo'self tell us how much music means to your meaningless life.
Just so you know, I saved this picture under "dumbslut".
Ripped straight from Wikipedia's womb: Set five years after the original series, the storyline is notable for having matured the characters and taking a darker tone, with more complex plots, and sometimes characters dying on-screen.
That's what I'm sayin'! Ben 10: Alien Force - It's the Catcher in the Rye of Saturday morning cartoons. It's How to Kill a Mocking Bird meets something held in equally high regard. It's dark, brooding and subversive... and that's just the cup of coffee I sip while I sit there at 10am with my brow furrowed in intense concentration as this masterpiece plays out before me.
I'm not even fucking kidding.
Well... not absolutely. But absolutely.
I've been going on all this time about how fantastic Ben 10 is, and I'm wrong. Down right dirty wrong. It's Ben 10: Alien Force that is fantastic. LORD! What a complete fuck-up I've been.
However, Wikipedia, (for the first time) has betrayed me. Is it possible that no one knows what's going on in this movie? Or is it just that no one cares enough to sit through it and find out i.e. "I'll just wiki it later"?
Ok so in the vain and I mean vain due the excessive amount of time I spent checking my reflection in the windows of The Tribal Theatre, attempt that The Runaways were still playing I made the discovery of a lifetime Homeless people love me and that the Human centipede is coming soon. Take me take you take take take.
I take pride in that. Point of the message was Human Centipede?
They swarmed him like locusts. He happily let them ravage his backpack, all the while making good conversation. When he ran out of food and walked away, the ungrateful gulls didnt even spare him a second glance.
I think I just met Jesus.
Well done, I see they don't call you liam "the deducer" (redacted last name) for nothing. No, im wearing black pants. And a baby-blue collared shirt thats two sizes too big for me. BABY. FUCKING. BLUE. i know right? Excuse me while I gouge out my intestines with this butter knife.
Well, he hates gays (or doesn't actually acknowledge them) and women. So you're fine. Unless you're actually gay and a woman. In which case, don't go to Iran.
Hahahahaha ur coke nail never fails to crack me up. Get it?
So marinating my breasts is ok but I went too far when I mentioned my hair.
Pose pose pose! Ok the Kodak moment has probably gone by now. But still. Always refer back to this text anytime u feel unsure about posing.
Conclusion: What do I actually do at uni?
Never having spoken to this individual before, I cut the crap and went straight for it,
Me: "Where did you get it?"
I must have it.