WE ARE ALL IN THE GUTTER

"I’m not drunk yet, but we haven’t spoken in months now and I wanted to tell you that someone threw a..."

Tue, 21 May 2013 12:14:02 -0400

“I’m not drunk yet, but we haven’t
spoken in months now
and I wanted to tell you that
someone threw a bouquet of roses
in the trash bin on the corner of my
street, and I wanted to cry
because, because
well,
you know exactly why.
And, I guess I’m calling because
only you understand
how that would break my heart.”

- If I Left You a Voicemail, This Would Be It (Shinji Moon)

Someone to write about.

Sat, 18 May 2013 20:49:06 -0400

Someone to write about.

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Sat, 18 May 2013 20:09:31 -0400

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Sat, 18 May 2013 20:06:16 -0400

I’ve got my ticket for the long way round, the one with the prettiest of views. It’s got...

Sat, 18 May 2013 19:57:12 -0400

I’ve got my ticket for the long way round,
the one with the prettiest of views.
It’s got mountains, it’s got rivers,
it’s got sites to give you shivers,
but it sure would be prettier with you.

"Although most boys figure out how to bring themselves to orgasm by age thirteen, half of girls do..."

Tue, 14 May 2013 10:30:03 -0400

“Although most boys figure out how to bring themselves to orgasm by age thirteen, half of girls do not have their first orgasms until their late teens, twenties, or beyond. Teenage girls widely agree that they get the message loud and clear that masturbation is something boys do, but girls do not, cannot, or should not. The cultural focus on intercourse tells young women to expect they will begin to experience sexual pleasure once they have sex with a man (whether or not they are even interested in sex with men). Nearly all teen boys, on the other hand, experience sexual pleasure long before they get their hands—or other body parts—into a partner’s pants. Despite the massive advances in women’s equality, young women’s sexuality is stuck in a surprising paradox. Young women are sold provocative clothes but are not taught where to find their own clitoris. Many girls give their boyfriends oral sex, but are too uncomfortable with their own bodies to allow the guys to return the favor. It is still a radical act to say that women need and deserve access to information about their own sexual pleasure—not just about the risks and negative consequences of sex.”

- (via compulsives)

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Fri, 10 May 2013 00:43:01 -0400

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Fri, 10 May 2013 00:41:19 -0400

I’ve always hated my thighs, but I quickly learned to love every inch of myself as soon as my skin...

Thu, 02 May 2013 02:26:43 -0400

I’ve always hated my thighs, but I quickly learned to love every inch of myself as soon as my skin started fizzling under your lips. The first time you sighed my name into my mouth, I realized just how much it suited me. If I could take each and every one of your words onto my tongue, I know I would. Your breath already tastes like poetry, and your kisses stain like ink. I imagine making love to you on blank pieces of paper, instead of cotton sheets. I could squeeze pages of scribbled handwriting out of every single muscle in your body. I could carve your love stories into my bones.

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Thu, 02 May 2013 02:15:56 -0400

If I could have one super power, it would be the ability to breathe under water, so I could sit at...

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 23:37:50 -0400

If I could have one super power,
it would be the ability to breathe under water,
so I could sit at the bottom of a swimming pool,
and look up at the surface while it rains.
(Should it feel so peaceful, so safe,
to be totally engulfed in something,
as it uncontrollably pours down on you?)
And if I could accomplish anything,
I would drown you in so much love,
so that when you looked into my eyes,
you’d feel the same sensation.

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Tue, 23 Apr 2013 23:11:53 -0400

To say that you are cute would be like saying a strawberry is sweet. ‘Cause a straberry has secret...

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 23:09:00 -0400

To say that you are cute
would be like saying a strawberry is sweet.
‘Cause a straberry has secret flavors
that are sharp and tart and red and deep.
And I would love to find you
growing wild out by the woods.
I’d make a basket with the front of my t-shirt,
and take home as many of you as I could.
And to say that you are pretty
would be like saying the ocean is blue.
‘Cause the ocean is full of all kinds of colors
and I see all kinds of things when I look at you.
And I want to explore you with my tennis shoes off,
standing ankle deep in a tide pool with my khaki pants rolled up.
And to say that you are funny
would be like saying the night sky is black.
‘Cause the night sky is filled
with starts and comets and planets that no one has seen yet.
And I want to look at you,
lying down on my front lawn.
I’ll try to take you in all at once,
but you just go on and on and on.

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Mon, 22 Apr 2013 01:22:36 -0400

"In a way, you are poetry material; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a..."

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 08:55:50 -0400

“In a way, you are poetry material; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality.”

- Franz Kafka, Letters To Milena (via penseesduchoeur)

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Thu, 18 Apr 2013 21:50:34 -0400

My attraction to a stranger is like a dragon fly —usually within 24 hours, it’s dead. At the party I...

Thu, 18 Apr 2013 21:38:00 -0400

My attraction to a stranger is like a dragon fly —
usually within 24 hours,
it’s dead.

At the party I cut the first slice of cake
thinking about how I would prove
societies
‘moment on the lips, lifetime on the hips.’ theory wrong.

Most of the dust particles in your house are made up of dead skin.
I must have shed myself a thousand times in front of you,
during those six months.

Your body contains over 60,000 miles of blood vessels,
tell that to any snotty nosed kid who says you’re not a functioning work of art.

Every time you lick a stamp you’re consuming 1/10th of a calorie.
I’ve already
consumed 6/10th’s sending you letters.

My mother always taught me to
“play my cards close to my chest.”
If I win the lottery there will be a 27% chance
that the ticket will be in my bra.

Suffering from travel sickness in the back of the car,
I held a paper bag to my mouth and exhaled my lungs inside it for
four seconds.
When I popped the crisp, brown paper between my hands,
it burst from the pressure the same way lungs do —
when a person falls 220ft
hitting the surface of San Francisco Bay.

Vincent Van Gogh cut his ear off out of frustration.
I’ve started hiding all the razor blades to prevent you from seeking a similar outlet.

I need to speak to Aphrodite for a few lessons in love,
before I become immersed in a pan of scalding hot water,
serving myself up, lobster red on a platter.
Since I’ve heard that the only way to a mans heart these days is
‘through his stomach.’

I’ve been eating carrots for a week straight,
and I still can’t see in the dark properly without a flash light.

He was able to undo my bra in less
that 60 seconds.
I didn’t consider that an achievement,
because being unwrapped like candy in a confectionary store didn’t give me a sugar rush.
I told him to leave before he even tampered below my waist,
only because I knew there was a 58% chance
I would regret this in the morning.

Psychologists say
that if I look to the left whilst telling you something,
I’m lying —
but what they don’t tell you is it’s pretty damn hard
to look someone in their eyes when the heart you’re breaking
isn’t yours

-Lauren Flynn, “Nine Times Out of Ten”

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Thu, 18 Apr 2013 21:32:23 -0400

"A great way to learn about your country is to leave it."

Thu, 18 Apr 2013 15:33:56 -0400

“A great way to learn about your country is to leave it.”

- Henry Rollins (via whygeorgie)

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Wed, 17 Apr 2013 22:08:38 -0400