I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF FOR 10 MONTHS.
“Sitcom and film storylines revolve around people my age looking for love, two-for-one offers in shops encourage family-size consumption and governments offer tax breaks to people who marry and have children (despite the fact that people in relationships already get everything half price). The tax breaks should be given to people like me, so that we can buy more DVDs and bottles of wine and forget our problems for at least two hours a night.” — Jon Richardson, It’s Not Me, It’s You. (via andyxcandy)
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I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF FOR 10 MONTHS.
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#the constant face i make #to the nonexistent cameras following me around in my life
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Also shrieking.
Let’s just get the House of the Undying over with and I’ll try not to have a fit over every little deviation from the book.
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#latfh with a didgeridoo.#subway #strangers #strangersintransit #brooklyn (Taken with instagram)
For the record I’m into it.
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From birth we’re taught that we’re owed a beautiful girl. We all think of ourselves as the hero of our own story, and we all (whether we admit it or not) think we’re heroes for just getting through our day.
So it’s very frustrating, and I mean frustrating to the point of violence, when we don’t get what we’re owed. A contract has been broken. These women, by exercising their own choices, are denying it to us. It’s why every Nice Guy is shocked to find that buying gifts for a girl and doing her favors won’t win him sex. It’s why we go to “slut” and “whore” as our default insults — we’re not mad that women enjoy sex. We’re mad that women are distributing to other people the sex that they owed us.
Yes, the women in these stories are being portrayed as wonderful and beautiful and perfect. But remember, there are two ways to dehumanize someone: by dismissing them, and by idolizing them.
” —David Wong, 5 Ways Modern Men Are Trained to Hate Women
That last line is right on the money.
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Stop winking at me #schnauzer #minischnauzer #dogstagram #dogsoginstagram (Taken with instagram)
100/100 - Aubrey Plaza
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“I think it’s great for two people to be together. That is a good number. I think, that to keep it alive though, you can’t spend every day together. It wears out the magic, Love means nothing to me if it’s not fortified with fierce, painful longing, brief explosive instances of furious passion and intimacy and then a sad parting for a time. In that way, you can give your life to it and still have a life of your own. I think some couples spend too much time together. They flatten out the potential for experience by constant closeness. Passion builds over time like steam. Let it rage until it’s exhausted and then leave it alone to let it build up again. Why can’t love be insane and distorted? How can it be vital if it has the same threshold as normal day-to-day experience? Why can’t you write burning letters and let your nocturnal self smolder with desire for one who is not there? Why not let the days before you see her be excruciating and ferment in your mind so on the day you go to the airport to pick her up, you’re nearly sick with anticipation? And then when desire shows the first sign of contentment, throw it back it its cage and let it slowly build itself back into a state of starved fury. Then when you are together, it’s all matters. So that when you look into her eyes, you lose your balance, so that when she touches you, it feels like you have never been touched before. When she says your name, you think it was she who named you. When she has gone, you bury your face in the pillow to smell her hair and you lie awake at night remembering your face in her neck, her breathing and the amazing smell of her skin. Your eyes go wet because you want her so bad and miss her so much. Now that is worth the miles and the time. That matches the inferno of life. Otherwise you poison each other with your presence day after day as you drag each other through the inevitable mundane aspects of your lives. That is the slow death that I see slapped on faces everywhere I go. It’s part of the world’s sadness that’s more empty than cold, poorly lit rooms in cities of the American night.” — Henry Rollins, Smile, You’re Traveling (via quoilecanard)
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