I am the one who will swallow his pride.
May 10, 2012
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I mean, not really. You’re really beautiful if you try.
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How to Trap a Girl in a Loveless Sham of a Relationship
Step One: Get her a dog/cat
- humanity you're disgusting
May 7, 2012
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(Source: crimesagainsthughsmanatees)
May 4, 2012
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lost in the world
lost in this plastic life
let’s break out of this fake ass party
turn this into a classic night
WHO WILL SURVIVE IN AMERICA- kanye
May 3, 2012
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we’re a hungry lot
eaten
masticated
moved and
burned
lathered in bileand finally excreted
this, the most putrid of wastes
the most tanic of tastesi want to rub it on my face
May 1, 2012
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(Source: thelyfeandtimesofme, via lovelyfacee)
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(via allthatwelost)
April 30, 2012
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“…my life has been a quest for knowledge and understanding and I am nowhere near having achieved that.”
Top photo from 1988 by Alan Greth (AP), bottom photo from 2012 by Astrid Riecken (The Washington Post)
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The Hole.
(Source: jackteagle)
April 29, 2012
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awesomepeoplehangingouttogether:
GZA, RZA and Bill Murray.
What a film.
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(via thedoctaisin)
April 26, 2012
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(Source: fuckyeahsufjanstevens)
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damnit Adam West is sexy
and don’t you ever forget the O.G. joker Ceaser Romero(via heyoscarwilde)
April 25, 2012
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Weightlessness in Nature by Cornelia Konrads
Cornelia’s outdoor installations seem to give Mother Nature the finger with their brazen defiance of gravity. Suspended in time, her works often seem to be in caught in the middle of construction themselves, an act we were never supposed to witness.
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Humility is Sexy
New York was for her. She marveled at the green canopies of Brooklyn’s residential streets. Spring was her favorite. She became enamored even by the viciously odorous gypsies that crowded and begged the underground. As a matter of fact, the subway was her greatest love. She thought often of how humbling it was that regardless of status New York pulsated through these narrow tunnels. They all equally sought to etch their way forward as if they themselves were scraping away at the bedrock beneath the great city. And the quickness in which it was accomplished left her awestricken. Humility was something she had never even chanced upon. It was odd to her that the subway would alight her to such a new and foreign idea. She knew each stop off of most every train and would eavesdrop on the train just to listen out for lost tourists, residents, or otherwise. If you were lost in New York City she was the one to ask. She reveled in the high-speed curves of rail and undulated beneath modest attire at the prospect of taking those particular turns and twists that made the subway car vibrate beneath her. She had even achieved orgasm once when the D train she so often took snaked around a rather sharp grade that left the train and her trembling for what felt like a lengthy ten seconds.
The steel, the sounds, the heat, the pace all reminded her of the firm grip of a lover’s embrace. Though she had not known the touch of a man (or woman for that matter) for six months, she remembered the parts of a man that made her feel a woman. She recounted that last encounter. How she had begged for him to strike her mid-intercourse. She enjoyed being choked, bound, gagged, and the like. The subway was a constant reminder of her sexual self.
Though she was very much a product of 2nd wave feminism in her over-politically correct generation, she inherently desired the firm grasp and ordered diction of a man whom himself was confident in his masculinity. She was shamed for feeling this. There was a tendency among her peers to deny these natural temptations of flesh and submission for the sake of empowerment. But she was perhaps starting to realize that a weakness was growing inside of her from not allowing herself submission outside of sexual deviances. She’d lived rather brashly and was revered as an adamant activist regarding the rights of women. Though through her adamancy she had forgotten the blissful release that accompanies submission. To let go of oneself through trust and without hesitation is the most satisfactory of all pleasures. She had built a wall of militant defense from submission as to prove her legitimacy. She, however, began to feel decreasingly legitimate in her femininity though she’d never admit to such. It wasn’t that she was ready to fold away the banner of equality but she was realizing the beautiful dichotomy of man and woman. Perhaps most of all she was realizing that if she was truly to adhere to a doctrine of equality between the sexes then there must be a man who felt the same as her. Perhaps all of man didn’t cherish the concepts of compromise, equality, and submission but she felt that if she could desire submission as a human entity, devoid of sexual identity, then there must be a man-creature who valued the necessity of submission. Humility is sexy and she began to feel a desire to be humbled.
