I;m just a teenage dirtbag, baby. And I hit my nose really fucking hard on a chair in the darkjust now when I was bending down to comfort a cat in the dark I hd just stepped on and im out of fucking triscuts. where the fuck are the triscuts when you fucking need them?
anfd now therew is a fucking bug on ,y screen.
and i opened my ellewood thompson white. suck it, americs!
UPDATE:::: My nose still really fucking hurts.
Teenage Mysticism on da radioooo! -
At about half an hour in and an hour and 20 minutes in Teenage Mysticism are doin their thing.
Makes me so proud of Fredericksburg’s own Joey DeMarco.
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http://jezebel.com/5909760/genius-3+year+old-acts-like-normal-3+year+old-surprising-today-show-host-natalie-moralez
heheheheh
(Source: joetheonemanshow, via thetruewheel)
http://www.rollingstone.com/music/news/beastie-boys-co-founder-adam-yauch-dead-at-48-20120504
(Source: cool-tweets)
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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 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 (via heidielyce)
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Who am I kidding? I can’t help but watch every weird/cute animal video out there. So predicable.
(via lickmybrain)
“Reflexively calling women “crazy” is a habit young men need to learn to break. As a term, “crazy” is entirely of a piece with the long and nasty tradition of pathologizing female emotion (and particularly sexuality). Hysteria comes from hystera, the Greek word for uterus, after all: “crazy” has been a gendered trait in Western culture for thousands of years. The male gaze was for virtually all of human history synonymous with the medical gaze, and men assigned themselves the authority to determine which bodies are sick and which are hale. (In some U.S. states, they still arrogate that right.) Just read Madness and Civilization. Or the chapter on hysteria in The Art of Frenzy. Or Gilbert and Gubar.”
(look to http://jezebel.com/5903793/on-calling-women-crazy for full article)
This is something several of my friends and I have talked about a lot recently. I hate how (many times) calling a girl “crazy” is accepted without question or explanation in conversation. It completely dismisses an entire person on what is probably a one dimensional assessment. I understand that sometimes people do erratic things, and that it’s very tempting to call the behavior crazy. I’ve been guilty of it myself in the past. But I think it’s important to not just categorize a girl as simply “crazy,” and to actually explain and define how you feel about them and why. It adds more reason and legitimacy to your side of the story…or it will prove you’re over reacting. Besides, the term “crazy” is just thrown around too often; I’ve heard everything from a girl wanting more from a person they’re hooking up with, to actual mental instability counting as a girl being “crazy.” So the spectrum of “craziness” is pretty huge and unreliable if you ask me. It could mean any number of things.
Unless someone is genuinely batshit insane and/or has some kind of literal, serious psychosis, there is no reason to poison the water, so to speak, and label them as “crazy.” Even if they do have a mental disorder, calling them crazy is not going to help anything or anyone, anyway.
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(Source: acideyedrops, via thetruewheel)
Renewed interest in Dum dum girls via perma-crush Malia james on bassssssss
Ditttooooo!
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