Hot tip: if you want me to engage with you at all, try following me at the very fucking least.
Oh my god the number of people who aren’t following me who message about me sending nudes is like epidemic-level. Like, just follow me. My blog is full of freaking nudes. I don’t have time to whip out a titty for some stranger who only understands the notion of instant gratification.
i just saw a post on fb that said men shouldn’t let their girlfriends/wives pump gas….like literally men should be the only ones putting gas in the car….what is the logic someone explain
well u see, once a woman has a taste of control of phallic “pumping” & ejaculation of gasoline into the warm and receptive car body, she will carry this energy forth as an emasculatory force against the man in question, stripping his life of meaning, since fucking the car is usually his prerogative and his main source of identity
“To sing, to scream, to dance barefoot in the woods in the dead of night, with no more awareness of mortality than an animal! These are powerful mysteries. The bellowing of bulls. Springs of honey bubbling from the ground. If we are strong enough in our souls we can rip away the veil and look that naked, terrible beauty right in the face; let God consume us, devour us, unstring our bones. Then spit us out reborn.” — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
“Come on, won’t this be a fun story to tell our kids?”
I’ve gotta say one of the top ten things I’m ashamed to admit I get wet about is this gif accompanied by this caption, which has been sitting in my drafts for quite a while.
