Oh god unless that turns you on.
Sorry. I’ll show myself out.
sorry
only art students/art enthusiasts will get how cool this watch is
literally everyone knows who salvador dali is
I’m sorry, fake, half-assed elitists drive me nuts so let me chime in here and support fugrats in calling out this bullshit.
The Persistence of Memory is one of the most iconic works of art. It’s referenced by pop culture, from Looney Toons to The Simpsons to desk-clocks on Modcloth. You don’t have to be an art student or an art enthusiast to get how cool a watch is when this image is literally one of the most entrenched in our culture. Even if you can’t identify Dalí or The Persistence of Memory or dadaism by name, you can still recognize a clock that is as culturally immortal as the Mona Lisa.
So kindly get over yourself.
What’s the past tense of orgy?
Because I just…
“I love how people don’t understand that just because a story was written a certain way doesn’t mean it has to be presented that way. Just because it’s an old European fairy tale doesn’t mean it has to be white—that’s like saying Shakespeare can only be played in white, Victorian England. You can interpret a story ANY way you want, including race and culture. Lion King was Hamlet for god’s sake. There is no excuse for the lack of cultural and racial diversity among Disney Princesses.”
Lol @ the fact that half of these princesses are white and half are not…..sooo your point is mute.
Actually the point isn’t mute, 7 out of 11 Disney Princesses TM are white.
and it’s highly likely the op CHOSE to include POC in their background, given that this is a post on race??
ALSO IT’S MOOT.
MOOT.
Mute means no volume.
Moot means no certainty.
Examples:
I wish I could mute your incorrect opinion about race representation in Disney princesses.
The fact that Disney has a fucked up approach to race is hardly a moot point.
Why weren’t you there? Why can’t you do one single thing you say you’re gonna do? You act like you want me to come see you, but you don’t know how to have me here. You don’t know how to deal with it, you don’t know how to even have a conversation with me.
I’ve confessedly never watched Girls. I’m terrible, I know.
I had dinner with a friend last night and opened up about some stuff that’s been on my mind, so she did kind of the tritest thing ever and referenced this episode.
I’m a masochist so I looked up this gifset because I couldn’t bring myself to actually watch it. Ugh.
Whatever.
He moved his King parallel to my Queen, and with a soft thud sealed my fate for the night.
“Check mate.”
Our eyes met and he smirked at me, “I guess it’s time for you to lose those panties, baby girl.”
Uhhh, sue me for growing up nerdy and awkward, but:
If you’ve just moved your King parallel to the Queen, you have just put yourself in checkmate, which I’m fairly sure isn’t even allowed in chess.
Nonetheless, my Queen takes your King and you lose.
So, get those panties off, bitch. Baby’s in charge tonight.
Allow me to reintroduce myself.
My name is boobs.
B-double o-b’s.
I used to move snowflakes by the o-z.
And I want to wake up to you tangling your fingers in my hair, pulling my panties down, and…
I mean. Yes, yes, that would be nice.