I don’t have the right attributes to be able to pull off the androgynous look, so I mostly just have to admire from afar while other ladies rock it. And she is definitely rocking it.

I remember watching Angelina Jolie on Inside the Actor’s Studio when I was younger. I hadn’t really heard of her and she had just made Gia, which would later become one of my favorite performances of hers.

She talked a lot about the movie, herself, her life all with this very coy smile and casual air. I was just so taken with her. And I remember James Lipton asked her a somewhat uncomfortable question about her sexuality and she, with a little cavalier smirk on, responded very candidly about her interest in taking knives into the bedroom. I remember hearing the blood pumping in my ears, especially when she said that she had scars from when things got too “passionate”.

Am I a fan of scarification? Not at all. But am I a fan of a woman that into knifeplay that she unabashedly discussed it with James Lipton? Hell yeah.

The summer before college, I was hooking up with this guy. He wasn’t anything special, but we kind of enjoyed each others’ company. I was rigid enough for him to enjoy some structure and he was loose enough for me to kind of let go. Besides that, we really weren’t particularly suited to each other. We don’t talk anymore, but that’s besides the point.

We had this bright idea to try to make out with Pop Rocks in our mouths. Why? I don’t know. We were post-high school and thought we were awesome. I really honestly have no idea why we wanted to do it and I can’t even offer you a reasonable explanation at all for it. It was idiotic.

Procuring the Pop Rocks was more of a task than expected. No stores near us sold them. We checked whatever convenience store we stopped in before retiring to whatever parking lot we usually wound up in. But, our search for Pop Rocks turned up unfruitful each time.

Until, finally, one day, I was out jogging with my father and we stopped into a store to get a bottle of water. There, by the counter, I saw the Pop Rocks. I nearly died. Dream realized. I bought them, only to be awkwardly asked by my father every so often if I was going to eat them or not.

That weekend, we got together to try out the Pop Rocks. We were both just so excited about it, not because of the fact that we were going to make out with Pop Rocks involved, but because we had finally found them after what seemed like forever.

He dipped his head back and poured some into his mouth and leaned in to kiss me. At first, it was kind of whatever. Just random popping and unintentional munching noises. Then, his tongue hit the roof of my mouth and trapped a huge one in between. It burst hard, cutting his tongue and the top of my mouth. It hurt like a mother.

We both kind of eased away from each other and didn’t say much after that besides the occasional “are you okay?”.

Moral of the story: I don’t know. Don’t make out with Pop Rocks in your mouth?

Happy Independence Day to my American followers.

Where is this from? I want this in every color.

jeneregretterienn:

it’s like a massive bow tie for your tits

Dear James,

You look precious here in your glasses and suit. Seriously. I love it.

But, that face you make all the time. The porn face. The “wow, this situation got suddenly sexy face”. The “wait till I tell my bros this” face. The “why did you get naked while I was fixing your car/trimming your hedges/doing your taxes” face.

You can lose that face.

<3, Ivy

I have this fairly interesting complex in terms of considering myself mature. I go through phases where I think I’m very mature, but in retrospect I realize I may have been acting very childish and as more of a caricature of maturity. Then I start thinking myself immature, until someone points out my maturity. It goes back and forth.

daddysspeciallittleprincess: