[Opinions about how people should express their] religion is like underwear. I don’t give a fuck what kinda underwear you wear. Sure, I might have some theoretical oppositions to your choice in panties or briefs or whatever, but, ultimately, as long as you keep them hidden under your pants, we’ll get along fine. However, should you insist on walking around without pants on - if you insist on showing your undies to all the world - you better believe I’m going to verbally mock you for wearing such distasteful, unflattering, and old-fashioned undergarments. I don’t want to see them. They’re ugly and they make you look ridiculous. It’s a burden to look at you with those silly things on.
Note: I fixed that for you.
missworld:prettygirlsmakegraves-:shannonsohood:onthewing:dsfincannon:
Valentine’s Day is coming.
It’s the one day of the year when I treat my sweetie like a princess.
Wanted: One Girl
Wanted: One girl [Age 19 to 24. Into art, New Expressionism preferable. Into music, knowledge of post-Reich minimalism required. Must smoke American Spirit cigarettes. No hard drugs except on occasion. A runner. Required, between 95 pounds and 115 pounds (inclusive). Into art, must dislike Ed Ruscha. Into music, past (or over) the indie scene. Should have migrated all physical artifacts to digital. (Books/7”s excluded.) An opinion on the serial comma appreciated, semi-required. Into art, must prefer design to advertising, advertising to television, television to theater. Into music, proficiency in two instruments (flute/piano excluded) encouraged, not required. In school, recently out of school, dropped out of school. No psychology majors. Futon owners acceptable. Must own several (read: more than four) striped sweaters, vertical/horizontal. Into art, considers commercial art to be a necessary evil. Into music, goes to at least one show per month. Posters. Tea. Ottoman. Claw-foot bathtub. Riesling. Never takes a ‘to go’ cup. Must recycle.] for occasional sexual intercourse. (themondegreen)
Sounds perfect!
fuck it. they should teach a mandatory class and every girl should have to take it. i dont care if you’re the most Greenpeace-supportin’ granola-eatin’ lesbian pottery teacher from Eau Claire, Wisconsin with an axe to grind against the patriarchy. you should have to take this class where the whole basis of it is to make you more and more like whatever the fuck is eminating from this photograph.
(photo via thisrecording)
miss u bonerparty.
u send out an evite to your daterapist protips happy hour, yet? i hear the tgifridays has some hot new hostess. shes only seventeeeen if you know what i mean? high five!
Uhh.. Ok, hippie. You already look smashed.
(sexismandthecity:nihilistidealist:Smash the Patriarchy!)
The Knife
“The Height of Summer”
Ugh. Let’s see here:
- An opera scored by
- Swedish people
- about Charles Darwin
- with lots of imagery of loamy beaches (V is for Vagina)
- and bird metaphors (Nelly Furtado, anyone?)
Pusha T said it best. “Yech!”
In the morning I went down to the beach
and gazed out to the sea
Suddenly I was only a leaf
and you were an ancient flower
When I’m away do you think of me
or is it only when I’m present
on the cliff I lay my head down
now where the sun is
How is Charles
I haven’t heard from him for a long long time
A thousand years seem to pass
So quickly
We wash our hands in water
and we rub them with the cloth
I have an idea what comes after
what will happen when I’m gone
Along the coastline we sow some seeds
It is lemon it is mint
Then the buzzing cicadas
rock us to sleep
How is Charles
I haven’t heard from him for a long long time
A thousand years seem to pass
So quickly
