March 2012
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February 2012
takesamuscle asked: Cum shot and Cream Pie. Like a twist on Sweetie Pie. Also, fuck MissingE.
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northamericanscum replied to your post: You’re like, totally a photobooth Goddess, meatpocket.
i love you both.
<3 u bebe
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takesamuscle asked: You're like, totally a photobooth Goddess, meatpocket.
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“If you can bring nothing to this place
but your carcass, keep out.”
– William Carlos Williams, from “Dedication for a Plot of Ground”
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megjonselevator replied to your photo
like, “how miranda july is as deep, poignant, and full of pain as i am?”
shhhhhhh I just like her stories about sad people standing in front of their bath tub for 3 days.
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catsonmyshoulders replied to your photo: Why am I not a performance artist.
w t f
I have one piece that involves feces and chanel. and then when I’m done I say “Art is shit” and live the rest of my life as a bag lady on the Q train.
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HOW COME EVERYONE I’VE EVER HAD SEX WITH KEEPS ON INVITING ME TO THEIR STUPID FUCKING PLAYS?
“The implication here is that forcing women to have “more information” through a...”
– Virginia Gov. Bob McDonnell changes his mind about ultrasound law
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Anonymous asked: Been meaning to ask you but what is it you most want within your life, you know the burning desire that yearns in you each waking movement? For me, I long once upon a time, and it was a long time at that, thought it was to be understood but then I realized what I most needed was to be loved unconditionally. I know it sounds like a cliche but no cliche has ever been this elusive for all my life so...
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I have been sitting in bed waiting for the guy who is sleeping on our couch to leave because he talks so much and he’s so stupid.
Visual artists suck.
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sonofapritch:
Joe’s Jacket by Frank O’Hara Entraining to Southampton in the parlor car with Jap and Vincent, I see life as a penetrable landscape lit from above like it was in my Barbizonian kiddy days when automobiles were owned by the same people for years and the Alfa Romeo was only a rumor under the leaves beside the viaduct and I pretending to be adult felt the blue within me and the light...
“I.
Our kiss is a secret handshake, a password.
We love like spies, like...”
– Mindy Nettifee, “This is the Nonsense of Love” 