wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I’m not going
to let anybody see
|—||Charles Bukowski, Bluebird (via stxxz)|
(Arundhati Roy, ‘Capitalism: A Ghost Story’)
Please show us love and attention.
I’ve already blogged this before but it basically sums up my entire philosophy much better than I ever could so here we are.
At the end of the very last scene, Meryl Streep, believing that the scene had ended, asked Dustin Hoffman if her eye make-up was messed up from crying. The director kept it in the movie.
There’s a creek that divides the United States in half and which runs from ocean to ocean. (via Sploid)
Carl Gustav Jung (via delicatemartyr)
god. help. me.
My coworker was telling me that a friend of his (let’s call him “Jeff” for the sake of the story) went on a date with this guy (who we’ll call “Sam”) - they had coffee, great conversation, and they ended up back at Jeff’s apartment.
Things start to get a little hot and heavy, and they head to the bedroom. Then Sam says “Stop. Be still.” So Jeff is a little weirded out, but lies still and laughs, not knowing what’s going on. “BE STILL” Sam says angrily. So Jeff is now a little scared and lies motionless, not knowing what’s gonna happen.
"Now hum," says Sam. "What?" "Hum."
So he starts humming a Janelle Monae song, and Sam jerks off and cums within like two seconds, puts his clothes on and leaves without another word.
And that’s the story.