December 2010
New York Magazine: Why do you only throw your hands up in the air “sometimes”?
Taio Cruz: Because if I didn’t throw my hands up in the air ‘sometimes,’ I would literally walk around with my hands up in the air all the time, and that would be weird.
why am i awake
hyenahyena:
some shirts stick to their smells, someone told me
or maybe not me, but someone nearby
i thought it was backwards but now i’m not sure
not sure not sure not sure not shure not shurt not shirt
i sure got a lot of shirts for christmas
i read an interview with stephin merritt last valentines day
and i learned that i shouldn’t write about feelings while i’m still feeling them
but...
why am i awake
hyenahyena:
some shirts stick to their smells, someone told me
or maybe not me, but someone nearby
i thought it was backwards but now i’m not sure
not sure not sure not sure not shure not shurt not shirt
i sure got a lot of shirts for christmas
i read an interview with stephin merritt last valentines day
and i learned that i shouldn’t write about feelings while i’m still feeling them
but...
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HAIRY SLOTHER: THE SLOTH THAT LIVED
heulen:death-by-lulz:
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HAIRY SLOTHER: THE SLOTH THAT LIVED
heulen:death-by-lulz:
Inside Lacrosse Magazine's "All Name" Team 2011 →
leilacohanmiccio:sussybuckets:
Every year Inside Lacrosse puts together “teams” made up of actual ridiculously named college lacrosse players around the country. It is, in a word, AMAZING. If I had to choose one more word, it would be douchetastical. There is both a Remington Steele and a Draper Donley (!!!).
Also check out the women’s lists.
(via NYTimes)
:-)8
Mom: Can you please call me when you need to be picked up! Don’t do anything stupid! :-)8
Me: What is that emoticon?
Mom: bowtie man! He doesn’t do anything stupid
THERE IS NO HEAT IN MY BUILDING ;____;
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I dreamt last night that I started using my pointe...
Also, I was marvelously fluent in Spanish, and very emotionally fragile.
I dreamt last night that I started using my pointe...
Also, I was marvelously fluent in Spanish, and very emotionally fragile.
We Don't Know How To Say Goodbye
goodpoetry:
We don’t know how to say goodbye, We wander on, shoulder to shoulder Already the sun is going down You’re moody, and I am your shadow. Let’s step inside a church, hear prayers, masses for the dead Why are we so different from the rest? Outside in the graveyard we sit on a frozen branch. That stick in your hand is tracing Mansions in the snow in which we will always be together.
Anna...
We Don't Know How To Say Goodbye
goodpoetry:
We don’t know how to say goodbye, We wander on, shoulder to shoulder Already the sun is going down You’re moody, and I am your shadow. Let’s step inside a church, hear prayers, masses for the dead Why are we so different from the rest? Outside in the graveyard we sit on a frozen branch. That stick in your hand is tracing Mansions in the snow in which we will always be together.
Anna...