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anglosexual: misandryinhaiku: “women are weaklings!” i’m strong enough to carry your corpse to the...

Tue, 14 May 2013 03:28:53 -0400

misandryinhaiku:

“women are weaklings!”

i’m strong enough to carry

your corpse to the woods

this haiku is my favorite haiku

the millennial problem:

Fri, 10 May 2013 21:01:43 -0400

gyzym:

two millennials are barreling towards adulthood at 95 miles per hour. one of them has been coated with the most extravagant paint money can buy, but their steering apparatus is locked up until that coat’s paid off; the other’s brakes have been ripped out mid-trip, the thief yelling, “what, did you think you were entitled to these?” over their shoulder. half the tracks have been torn away to build second, third, and fifth garages for trains that are no longer running. solve for x.

tell me again how the song goes — i’m so inadequate i might forget. if we’re not informed enough then we’re apathetic morons, but if we’re too informed we’re oversensitive reactionaries; if we think we deserve more then we’re narcissistic cutthroats, but if we’re happy where we are then we’re passionless layabouts. if we’re making money then we’re materialistic automatons who only care about stuff and don’t value the important things in life, but if we’re broke then we’re disgusting, spoiled children who expect everything in life to be a handout. if we spend too much time with technology then we’re antisocial, soulless zombies who spell the end for human interaction as we know it, but if we spend too much time together we’re a dangerous, unstable element who should get real jobs already. we’re a disgrace; we’re a embarrassment; we’re a mistake; we’re a disappointment; we’re not what you wanted, however you slice it, and all of it’s our fault, right? right? oh, god, am i getting the melody wrong?

here’s what i propose, everyone who wants to open their twenty-four-hour news cycles or their pork-barrel mouths, who wants to use their filthy fucking hands to tear this generation a new one: you try it. you come up with a picture of the generation you seem to want: one that’s neither apathetic nor engaged, one that’s neither ambitious nor content, one that’s neither rich nor poor, one that’s neither technologically connected nor interpersonally involved. don’t forget to factor in the variables — the years of economic instability; the globalization of everything from communication to art; the hugely stratified individual experiences we’ve had based on things like race, sexuality, gender, and socioeconomics, on things that come with whole histories of systemic bullshit; the overwhelming burden of student debt that so many of us face; the fact that hindsight is 20/20. you write the formula for the millennial that will shut you the fuck up about all the things we should be and aren’t, about all the ways we’ve failed you, and then you bring it to me. i promise you, i will try it. anything for a little peace and quiet, right? anything to stop hearing it everywhere i go: that voice saying that, at twenty-three, i might already have flunked out of life.

(both millennials crash, spectacularly and yelling for help, into the station that never built a platform for them to pull into. onlookers stand by and shake their heads, wondering about the deplorable state of trains today. that’s what happens when nobody does the fucking math.)

I listened to my first hockey game on the radio today. What an awesome one to start with- Hawks shut...

Fri, 10 May 2013 00:14:26 -0400

I listened to my first hockey game on the radio today. What an awesome one to start with- Hawks shut out the Wild 5-1 and are on their way to the second round! Hell yeah!

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Wed, 08 May 2013 03:28:10 -0400

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Sat, 04 May 2013 04:54:05 -0400

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Sat, 04 May 2013 04:52:06 -0400

fuckyeahparksandrec: Way to be, duck!

Sat, 04 May 2013 04:50:27 -0400

fuckyeahparksandrec:

Way to be, duck!

wilwheaton: samaralex: megsokay: STOP IT, self-help manatee....

Sat, 04 May 2013 04:49:00 -0400

wilwheaton:

samaralex:

megsokay:

STOP IT, self-help manatee. I actually just cried because of LAST MONTH.

Thank you, self-help manatee. I needed that.

This is just beautiful.

puckling: official-nhl: What a beautiful assist by Kane....

Sat, 04 May 2013 04:48:25 -0400

puckling:

official-nhl:

What a beautiful assist by Kane. Chicago is up 4-2

\o/

lethifolds: F U C K Y O UUUUUUU Can we talk about how much...

Wed, 01 May 2013 04:37:40 -0400

lethifolds:

F U C K Y O UUUUUUU

Can we talk about how much Patrick has grown into himself? And how damn confident he looks? Sexy and he knows it, oh yeah.

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Sat, 27 Apr 2013 06:16:17 -0400

motif-xs: David Bowie - Golden Years

Sat, 27 Apr 2013 06:15:17 -0400

motif-xs:

David Bowie - Golden Years

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Fri, 26 Apr 2013 00:08:32 -0400

thegirlwho-wondered: Lest We Forget April 25 - ANZAC...

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 08:46:30 -0400

thegirlwho-wondered:

Lest We Forget

April 25 - ANZAC Day

Australian and

New

Zealand

Army

Corps

For those of you who don’t live in the Land Down Under, ANZAC Day is perhaps one of the most important days in the Aussie and New Zealand calander - if not, the most important day. It marks the day our troops arrived on the shores of Gallipoli in 1915. But it is so much more than that. It is the day that we honour all the brave men and women who have served in our armed forces, and continue to do so. As one, we mourn the losses of those who died, give thanks for those who returned home, show our support for those who continue to struggle with the memories day after day, and celebrate the freedom their sacrifices have given us.

We are a country that prides itself on our ability to laugh at everything - even ourselves. We pull through disasters together, and enjoy the good times as a team. We have a strong sense of mateship which is ~~in my biased opinion~~ unparalleled by any other nation on this Earth. I am proud to be an Australian; and I am so very grateful to our ANZACS for giving up all they have so my country could be what it is today. True, it has it’s flaws ~~like drop bears and politicians~~ but it is still an amazing, incredible place to live. Thank you.

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odditiesoflife: Recycled Animal Art Driven by a combination of...

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 04:34:57 -0400

odditiesoflife:

Recycled Animal Art

Driven by a combination of her passion for fitting odd shapes together and a sympathy toward discarded objects, Japanese artist, Sayaka Ganz creates animals from thrift store plastics. She only select objects that have been used and discarded. She believes the best way for artists to help reduce waste is to show how beautiful the materials can be and what can be done with them.

whyamimrpink: marthajefferson: Julianne Moore as “Famous Works...

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 22:13:24 -0400

whyamimrpink: marthajefferson:

Julianne Moore as “Famous Works of Art” by Peter Linderbergh - for Harper’s Bazaar

Seated Woman With Bent Knee by Egon Schiele, La Grande Odalisque by Ingres, Saint Praxidis by Vermeer, The Cripple by John Currin, Les danseuses by Edgar Degas, Madame X by John Singer, Girl with a Pearl Earring by Vermeer, Woman With a Fan by Modigliani, Man Crazy Nurse #3 by Richard Prince, Adele Bloch Bauer I by Gustav Klimt.

(quite possibly one of many) Zachary Quinto and Chris Pine’s...

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 22:06:38 -0400

(quite possibly one of many) Zachary Quinto and Chris Pine’s vocabulary battle(s)

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Fri, 19 Apr 2013 02:26:16 -0400

tutu anna

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 02:20:15 -0400

tutu anna

six variations on the theme of coming out to people you're already fucking.

Thu, 18 Apr 2013 21:12:35 -0400

gyzym:

one.

You wait on it for months, run your tongue over and over your teeth while you sit across from him: in cheap-tablecloth restaurants, in low-lit bars, in his mother’s house with your hands clasped together under the table. Sometimes your knee brushes the inside of his thigh while you’re making love and the faint sound of flesh on flesh leaves you so tender that you want to laugh, lighthearted, for ever having been scared to tell him — then you catch sight of the hard line of his mouth, the way every part of him gets colder when he thinks you’re not looking, and it ices you over too until even your throat feels chilled. You think sometimes that he is the love of your life except for this, this secret that creeps along your veins like ivy until you creak with every step, a settling house.

It trips out of your mouth one afternoon like an accident, like a slip-up, but it isn’t one. It’s as calculated as the way he drifts away from you, day by aching day so it doesn’t seem indecent, while you keep licking over the enamel of your teeth like it’ll erase every cunt you ever tongued.

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