Are you writing somewhere else that we can see it? I miss your voice!
I wish I could say yes, somewhere awesome that’s paying me well and you’ll see it soon. I’d also be happy saying yes, somewhere awesome and you’ll see it soon. Or just yes, I’m writing somewhere secret, or in a diary, or on a bathroom wall. I am overwhelmed by the most basic parts of life right now. I write a lot, in my head, mostly in the shower. I have got to get things in order, because I really miss writing. Thank you for asking.
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This was an official thing in the very recent real world. People were like, totally, put that on a flag and other important government documents, great idea, definitely not at all weird.
Trying on a new jacket
N: Let me see.
N: If you're ever on Doctor Who, that should be your coat.
S: I don't know if that's good or bad.
N: It's definitely good.
The real marriage of true minds is for any two people to possess a sense of humor or irony pitched in exactly the same key, so that their joint glances on any subject cross like interarching searchlights.
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| — | Edith Wharton, from her autobiography (via turtalia) |
(Via Millie on FB)
I’ve seen a lot of people making the argument that Joe Paterno’s legacy shouldn’t be tied to the sex scandal that engulfed the last 12 weeks of his life, abruptly ending his career in disgrace. The man coached a college football team for almost half a century and he did it well. He won a lot of…
Can I make an auto reply link to this for any Paterno apologists on Twitter and FB?
Last night at Freddy’s
We went to Fuck Hill in the shaggin’ wagon. We decided to dedicate our lives to synchronized swimming. We got a shit part in HMS Pinafore. We hated his haircut but loved his armpit hair. We broke our toe during secret cheerleading practice in the basement. We saw him at Pizza Paul & Mary. We grew out our Rachel. We Frenched. We took the hand of the demon. We had an ice sculpture of a bulldog at our prom. We read about rape in Glamour magazine. We waxed our butt, moustache, eyebrows and feet. We were locked in the bathroom at the party. We did it in front of the tiger. We are CRINGE.
