December 2010
225 posts
I RODE MY BIKE ALL OVER AND LISTENED TO NICKI MINAJ AND FELT GHETTO AND IT WAS AWESOME.
In other news I am ordering my creepers tomorrow yayayayyyyy!
i am about to take my bike out for a ride to my neighbourhood park for a leisurely drug deal. they say you never really forget how to ride a bike but my bad luck, clumsiness and accident-prone self considered, i guess we will see how things go. but scrapes on the knees are cute, so i dunno.
won't be no hustlin' in my kitchen
Me: cash rules everything around me, c.r.e.a.m., get the money, dolla do-
Mum: -shut up and come get your dinner
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talk to me or something →
introduce yourself or recommend me bands/books/blogs/films, etc i am friend-ly/less, oh yes, and bored too
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when your family has spent all afternoon yelling at you but they still want you to sit at the dinner table with them. ;_;
I DON’T WANNA GO DOWNSTAIRS! I DON’T EVEN LIKE LEAVING MY BEDROOM! DON’T MAKE MEEEE! I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING WRONG!
I don't like boys with really long hair.
-paulyc-:
They look dirty to me.
I AM A FAN OF THE LONG HAIR, RIGHT HERE. not all of them look dirty but if they do it’s with ahhmazingness.
Always make the audience suffer as much as possible.
– Alfred Hitchcock
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ilikedcamusbeforehewascool:
This band needs to get out to Australia right now.
hell yes they do
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We don't usually get cardigan weather in late...
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Being classy drinking vino with no pants.
ivanastab:
Last night it was decided that this will be the name of my first record or novel.
haha that is so excellent! we need to write a book together on soul-crushing!
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In August of 1990 I found myself laying on my stomach in the woods with a pair...
– Kathleen Hanna, Our Hit Parade (via feminismistheshit)
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Poem that won me a $300 book voucher.
ivanastab:
Dostoevsky
My friend speaks of dead Russian writers with such ease;
a familiarity like he’s shared bottles of vodka with these names,
discussed politics and literature and
the taste of coffee according to country,
And held hands secretly,
rushed to dark corners,
smoking cheap heroin, saying
“You can’t get addicted this way”
It’s just him and a collection of books,...
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