This has become my go-to phrase ever since that episode.
I was so excited to find Willam Belli’s tumblr. I am a gigantic fan of RuPaul’s Drag Race and this fine example of talent and fierceness.
Seriously. Willam’s sense of humor is always just perfection. I don’t care what happened/what rule was broken, Willam can literally do no wrong in my eyes. That bitch is my spirit animal.
god i need dermabrasion WILLAM
Too pissed off to post sexy tonight.
Seriously, how the fuck is somebody like Rick Santorum doing so well? I am literally in awe that we’re just letting him, gosh, I don’t know, exist.
Sorry I have so many feelings. Ugh.
See, I completely disagree.
Good girls go bad because it’s fun. Good girls go bad because the dichotomy between good and bad is absolutely stupid and there’s no girl who is totally and completely one or the other. Good girls go bad because it’s the right climate to and they have the authority to go any which way they want regardless of the men in their lives.
Bad boys who don’t treat girls – “good” or “bad” or otherwise – with respect can go fuck themselves. But to say girls go “bad” because of boys? Well, that’s just bad. I think we deserve a little more credit.
So.
I woke up in a collapsed blanket fort in my friend’s basement to my friend asking me where his jacket was.
Skinned right knee, still a little drunk, two texts in my phone.
The first:
“Hey, Ivy. Sorry I had to run, my ride left early. But it was amazing meeting you and good luck on your research.”
The second, from the friend asking for his jacket:
“Top five moments of the night. FIVE: That comment I made about that one girl. FOUR: You being able to have anybody you wanted in that room and your thing with Pink. THREE: We got. Really. Really. Wasted. TWO: Freckles, ‘nuff said. ONE: The new friendship that has been formed between two of my best friends in life.”
Tumblr, I have some explaining to do.
“So, I really want to come see you.”
I got this text the other day, a few days into my winter break, from the Southern Gentleman.
It’s not the normal thing you see him texting ever. His texts are usually pertaining to a) sex, b) Kanye West and c) politics.
But this was just the sweetest thing. I don’t know. I just found it really sweet.
Sometimes I worry there’s nothing there beyond the physical. And sometimes I realize there’s something genuine there.
I don’t know. I just needed to see that.
Me: Thank you for making me buy that dress over Thanksgiving. I look like a sexy dinner napkin.
My friend: Insert perverted joke here about people wiping their mouths.
I mean, just as long as he intends to mess up some sheets with me afterwards.
One of the Ivyest screencaps out there. Just the look on her face alone.
There’s no need to even ask me this.
Texts with the Southern Gentleman:
Me: I have that George Michael song stuck in my head and I can’t get it out for the life for me.
SG: Which one?
Me: Um. The one that goes do da do do, do da do do, do da do do do, do do do do do do do doooo.
SG: It’s really sad that I know exactly what you’re talking about.