May 2012
2 posts
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On Shameless Self-Promotion
feministboyfriend:
Okay, so it’s been about a month into this thing. Growth started strong and has now leveled off a bit.
If you like what I’m doing here. If you find me mildly or wildly amusing, and sometimes insightful and maybe sometimes sitting in front of your little glowing screen mouthing, ‘right on, bro. right on’ then please help us out and reblog this and let’s see if we can get some...
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April 2012
10 posts
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sglmamavita: smashed cornflakes. →
sglmamavita:
someone wrote this to me today:
“you love your daughter so much it shatters my heart, leaves me stunned, feeling humbled. It must be a wondrous thing to be loved by you.”
and it got me thinking. for the rest of the day, actually. I spent the day with you, like we normally do on our saturdays,…
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the internet's feminist boyfriend.:... →
feministboyfriend:
If the past year or so in America has taught us anything, it should be this: we, the left, cannot simply stand idly by “waiting” for the old dinosaurs to die, as many of us hoped we could—this idea that as the years went on, progress would move inevitably forward, and as the older generations died…
March 2012
8 posts
bring the kid to the stripmall.
“Bring the kid to the strip mall, Jason. It will be fun,” you say to yourself.
God, you hate strip malls. Of all the malls in the world, you hate the strip mall with the most passion. It is the lowest form of mall, containing the lowest form of people. The whitest of trashes. The socceriest of moms. The NASCARiest of dads. All with asses coated with decades of soda and fried chicken, falling...
just like christmas.
Stories were what we loved. Stories were all we lived for, because, really, at the end of the day when you’re bundled up in each others’ arms because you didn’t have enough money to pay the heat bill in late November, as broke people like us often found ourselves, and you haven’t got much of anything else left, all you have left is your stories. So they’d better be somewhat...
virginity lost...
“Should I put it in my mouth?”
“Sure. I guess. If you want to.”
She did.
“Is that okay?” she asked after what seemed like ten minutes, but was more likely twenty seconds.
I couldn’t say much. I nodded. I made her stop, so as to not end things prematurely.
“Okay. Now you do it to me,” she said. Very doctorly.
Going down on a girl for the first time is, at once, terrifying and...
February 2012
29 posts
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have you read sex at dawn yet? you probaly should.
“the problem with age isn’t necessarily that we get jaded and bitter....”
– jca
“My mother died in the year 2034, which made her seventy-seven years old. She...”
– jason c. albus, crying american-style
“I will not give you a map. I will not hold your hand, or give you 7 Essential...”
– letter to a teenage fangirl. -jason c albus, crying american-style
“But no matter what age you found yourself on Earth, we had one thing in common:...”
– jason c. albus, crying american-style
“She threw her butt on the ground and stepped on it.
“You don’t have...”
– jason c. albus, crying american-style
“Oh, darling, you will be good to me, won’t you? Because we’re going to have a...”
– Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via katisque)
yes, please.
January 2012
75 posts
