RETURN THE GAYZE: a breakup letter to stanford... →
returnthegayze: you are eighteen — give or take a few shots of espresso and one night stands — and you are sandwiched in the backseat of the car with the six suitcases you somehow convinced your mother to let you pack for college — let’s call it, being upfront to your roommate that you are coming…
When a guy asks me to smile for him
No, I’m not running.– U.S. vice president JOE BIDEN, when asked by a reporter to react to news of Pope Benedict resigning. Heh. (Reporter Tara Murtha via The New York Times) THIS IS WHY I LOVE YOU JOE BIDEN.
hydeparkromances: “I know you and I are not about poems or other sentimental bullshit but I have to tell you even the way you drink your coffee knocks me the fuck out.” Clementine von Radics submitted by: anonymous
just shut up.
gyzym: First, a story. So, my first semester of my freshman year of college, I took this Intro to Women’s Studies class. The class met for five hours a week, one two hour session and one three hour session, and the breakdown of students was what I eventually discovered to be the typical sampling in any Women’s Studies class with no pre-recs at my mid-sized, southern Ohio state school. There...
Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a...– Margaret Atwood, The Robber Bride (via superpussy)
skinks: why can’t feminism be spread like vampirism and zombies and shit like you bite someone and they stop being a misogynistic fucktrumpet
person: hey baby did it hurt when you fell from heaven
me: are you implying that i am satan
"Why aren't you being nice to me?" said gun...
If that White House petition for the Death Star... →
inothernews: (h/t perzadook)
hydeparkromances: She was a hopeless romantic. He was just hopeless. -anonymous
Can we thumbs-down tumblr bomb the new Jenna... →
merrybenjamas: hoooooly fucking shit
gokartmozart: I take super hot showers because I like to practice burning in hell.
Seeing Mark Wheat in Public
The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows: sonder →
dictionaryofobscuresorrows: n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate… This is more than perfect.