December 2011
November 2011
“If you were mine, I’d kiss your ankles and neck and the tip of your nose. I’d bring you film canisters filled with love notes and interesting books and I’d send you texts with random facts whenever I discovered something new. I’d show up at your house at midnight with a pot of your favourite kind of tea and a blanket and tell you to come down so we could lie down on your lawn and look at the stars. I’d go into the city with you and throw away your map and search for someplace beautiful. I’d photograph you every day. I’d buy you baggy t-shirts and sing to you constantly. I’d give you your space if you wanted it, I’d make you mixes for every week we’d been together, I’d hold your hand underwater, and I’d love you until you asked me not to.”
—Camryn Pulaski Day (via kevinidentity)
“
She is reading a book of nerd poetry.
She doesn’t look up from the page.
I want to make her my horny librarian.
I want to show her my spy moves.
Know my baggage
Before you become my friend
picnic with my rubble
roadtrip with everyone I left in the dust
MAXIM Magazine presents: How to Cure a Feminist
It doesn’t get much more perfect than this. (They do make some pretty valid points though (but do they really?? (oh post-irony (this feels like Inception) ) )
Thank goodness there’s a one-page self-help spread on how to transform women into an “actual girl”.
“Cured!”
is this real life?
“And I know Fuck is a bad word, but it sounds so good.
Good, like flipping off the preacher
whenever he forgets that Eve was Adam’s teacher,
‘cause apples are fucking healthy you patriarchal piece of shit.” —
Good, like flipping off the preacher
whenever he forgets that Eve was Adam’s teacher,
‘cause apples are fucking healthy you patriarchal piece of shit.” —
Slip Your Mind - Andrea Gibson (via veggielezzyfemmie)
I don’t think I could possibly love this human more.
(via hickies-n-hotpants)
