those who don’t read the news are uninformed.
those who read the news are misinformed.
the step they forgot to mention in the cooking instructions for these vegan taquitos:
forget any and all conceptions of what an actual taquito is supposed to taste like.
[Flash 10 is required to watch video]
Footage of why I’ve forgotten how to interact with humans.
Some notes: “Paw” is the newest command, so don’t judge.
He’s 5 months old. He’s a genius y’all.
multi-tasking
my girlfriend is currently blow-drying her hair on the toilet.
just when you think you’ve seen it all.
very-small dog becomes medium-small dog.
a transformation.
post-dated love poems
feels like
losing weight.
100 million pounds of resentments and
heartbreak
removed easily.
conversation.
pulled an oozing writhing ball of
vulnurability
out of my chest and placed it
calmly
on the table.
feigned bravery.
took deep breaths.
pretended if you didn’t answer it’s because you’re a bitch,
and maybe even then I would have been justified in
hating you.
-
but instead,
you looked at me and
your dinosaur fingers picked at your scarred chest
and
clawed through the stitches and
pulled out your own.
look, you said
“me too”.
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contents:
4 years anger: 55 lbs.
1 cult of systematic vilification: 271 lbs.
1 tinkerbell pencil case: 1.3 lbs.
517 chicken scratch love poems: 18 lbs.
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resentment is heavy.
(via trumanpeyote)
my pants: dialectic of a forbidden love
perfection
is not the consequence of
manufacturing.
nothing here is
accidental
-
those are
not wrinkles but
an understanding and facility of
the lyrical mechanism of
movement.
they are
pleats from working
wandering
boogiein’ down.
-
these
pockets have not lost thier shape
but are
frozen in time holding
tangible nostalgia
lovers’ fingers
keys.
-
and those,
those are not crotch holes but
the remnants of a love story
where
cloth barriers are broken
and
thighs reach out and
finally
embrace,
and rue the thought of ever being apart.
Who needs real bouncers when you can hire two lesbians dressed in drag instead?
libidon’t
make sure costumes stay on
and maybe
we can continue
believing the optimistic
self-portrait.
paralyzed by the sheer surprise
at what they all said would happen
restrained by nothing but
self disgust and forced to watch
it
boil down to nothing.
you bite me
and i’ll bite my tounge.
fruitlessly try to wash off
the stench of
cliche.
it wouldn’t be so sad
if it wasn’t so convincing.
-
let’s lay motionless
and
stare at the beautiful
image
we’ve painted for ourselves.
tumblr, meet Beans.
commencent à voir tout en noir,
en passent des nuits blanches.
(Source: dappersexual, via lezbhonest)
fiendsandfriends asked: First two I will investigate, already very much enjoy Coeur de Pirate.
I saw her at a party, WHAT’S UP.
That’s right, she’s even more babely in real life. Wanna fight about it?
