‘because it can never be said enough.’ - ghost academy

GPOYW: ‘UDP-on-a-Tuesdee?’ Edition, aka 4 am post-karaoke boogie bonanza time.  ftw.

kissandtell:

kissandtell:

He’s one of those people who says “hi” during sex.

R

i want to know…

did you respond?

any guy who says ‘hi’ during sex or a makeout should be kicked in the nuts immediately. way to ruin the moment, you ass hat.

- mc

[solid gold]

hellahotmess:

it’s 3:30 am and I am wide awake because I basically slept all day after a not so great night of sleep at his place last night.  it’s not cause we did it all night (i wish).  we went to bed fairly early - it was probably barely midnight - but I just couldn’t get a good REM cycle going on.  it started raining really hard off and on, his bed is so big that I felt uncomfortable with him on one end and me on the other (i wasn’t about to roll my happy ass all the way to his side), it was hot and it was cold, and my mind was running a million miles a minute

(why am i here/i’m so glad i’m here/look at that boy, he’s not even THAT cute/aw, look how peaceful he is/fuck, it’s hot in here/fuck, i’m cold/what time is it/how can he sleep through this/why the fuck is he all the way on that side/should i roll over there/spoon me dammit/will that seem needy/fuck, go to sleep, woman/my hair is already a mess/i know it doesn’t look very sexy but it’s so much more comfortable sleeping on my belly/okay compromise and show off a little back and ass action/why are you doing this, he’s fucking snoring and does not notice what you look like while you are sleeping/god, i want a breakfast taco/i can totally get breakfast tacos on my way home in the morning/fuck yeah!/did he just fart?)

…

ohmygoodgod.  You’ve just nailed my co-ed sleepover internal monologue, practically verbatim if you add something about coffee.

bohemea: Carole Lombard

[currently watching: Made For Each Other.  Found a dvd copy today for a mere three dollars… bought it… even though I already possess the vhs version AND it’s free online.  One of my favorites.]

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Nick Bartoletti

kissandtell:

Reason #1818 Facebook is “useful”

* Looking at pictures of dudes you’ve made out with or slept with and either retching from shame or slapping yourself on the back for a job well done

- mc

tsunamis: storygoes: youfancyme

hortenseg:

“Substitutiary Locomotion,” Bedknobs and Broomsticks, Original Motion Picture Soundtrack

This has been my psych up song since probably 1987.  I listen to this whenever I’m exhausted, sick, or slightly down in the dumps, and suddenly I feel a million times better.

I don’t really trust anyone who doesn’t believe in the powers of Treguna, Mekoides, and Trecorum Satis Dee.

[favorite.]

fairphantom: (via fuckyeahsasha)

poetry365:

You ask me what I am thinking when we make love
and our eyes are closed and the sun is climbing halfway
to the roof and the neighborhood dogs are all in love
with the spirit dog who makes the rounds and tortures them
with dreams of hills and running with the smell of heat
and then the train adds to the song of progress
making a web from city to city,
backdoor to backdoor and I know it is possible to
fly without the complications of metal and engineering
and all the payoffs, paybacks and terrible holes
in the earth and here we are in the territory of the wind,
surrounded by devils and thieves, forgotten by a trickster god
who has a wicked sense of humor
yet there is something quite compelling
about this skin we’re in, a solid planet of gases and water
doesn’t tell the whole story. I am intrigued by cloud
language and see you approaching as a red flower in a meadow
of yellow, or you are an apparition of rain just before or after
a famine of butterflies. We make an electrical reaction
like carbon dioxide, and did I remember to blow out
the candles lit for those who are dying and are leaving
or will leave this place? Grief is a land of wet tenderness. We are all
dying and will leave a trail like the plane jetting east in the direction
that becomes all directions, becomes all the millions of souls here together
looking for god or a little something to eat,
all of us blown away by the mystery of nothingness
as we shop in the streets for trinkets or bread.
We’ve been here before, thinking in skin and our pleasure
and pain feed the plants, make clouds. I see it with my eyes
closed. It’s so beautiful.

[it really is.]

17. Telling people what I do for a living, because it’s more like telling them what I don’t do. Really, we’ve been on this earth so long, and we still haven’t found something to replace “So what do you do?” as small talk? Someone get on this, we sent someone to the moon, goddamn.

- Almie

EXACTLY.