I never made it to the beach this summer.
Cue the forlorn sighing.
Month: September 2012
I like that there’s some ambiguity here as to who is actually in control.
I love that feeling when that very last piece of clothing is cut from your body and it flutters to the ground. There’s such brutal finality to it, it’s almost poetic. It’s the point of no return, the crossing of the Rubicon, a thousand different clichés of that nature rolled into one experience.
Because, of course, the only reason a cliché is a cliché is for the harsh obviousness of its truth.
“Daddy, I think you’re lying. I don’t see your friend’s earring anywhere.”
“Keep looking, sweetheart. We’ll just be waiting right over here.”
“I was taught that at the heart of all people, all things, lay raw self-interest. Sure, you could dress a person up nice, put pretty words in his mouth, but underneath the silk tie and pressed shirt was an animal. A territorial, hungry animal anxious to satisfy his own needs,“ Megan Mayhew Bergman, Birds of a Lesser Paradise.
So I’ve discovered clothes pins.
In a big way.
Um, I really like it.
Just need to work out how to get somebody to put them on me.
What part of liberation for women is not for you? Is it the freedom to vote? The right not to be owned by the man that you marry? The campaign for equal pay? Vogue by Madonna? Jeans? Did all that stuff just get on your nerves?
Questions to women who are hesitant to identify as feminists by Caitlin Moran (via jordihall)
and craftsmate is experiencing an extreme case of know-it-all-ism. :P
StandardSeriously. What a jerk. 😛
Just this morning he was all “you should really stagger your posts with a queue also I found a typo”.
DO YOU SEE THIS, CRAFTSMATE? DO YOU?
He’s such a huge meanie.
Craftsmate just informed me that the correct term for what I was experiencing is being “rope happy”, not subspaced.
What. Ever.
(via art-or-porn)
I want to drill your holes like the worthless whore you are.
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