jamestiberiusharper asked: i keep watching mona lisa smile and it makes me think of you because girlschool. girlschool in the 50s but STILL.
what if i quit my job because i don't want to wait...
one time during last jterm,
Nina went to New York for a week and I was having girl problems and I called her and left her a voicemail that said, among other things, “I really need you to come back because I don’t know what to do with my feelings except tell them to you.” She is visiting tomorrow and I can’t wait because honestly, I don’t know what to do with my feelings except tell them to her.
if i had a life coach
synecdoche: he would just follow me around and take away the wine before things get weird. This is a post about my life except wine should be replaced by Narragansett (in that sentence and in life).
i know i've said this before
but sometimes the parts in this season of Jersey Shore where they go out to clubs remind me so much of my time in Padova that I do not know what to do with myself. Slutty dancing with boys with bad haircuts, pregnancy scares, gross discoteca bathrooms, stumbling around on cobblestones looking for cabs. I still don’t know how none of us got sold into sex slavery.
Your Life Is Not A Movie
thefrenemy: You want to be happy? Go out there and realize you’re the only person watching yourself, and if you want to be happy, you better go out there and stop fantasizing. Climb out of your brain. Stop expecting things to work out or happen. They will not on their own, because that’s fucking life. Tell somebody you’re crazy about them. Go up to somebody and ask for their number. Kick...
or, why i never want to hear the word geisha again...
hanabi: So, my darling Tomiko has been responding to an individual on the internet who has said, among other things: i honestly dont get how a white woman can’t dress up as a geisha without it being racist. again, its a geisha costume not an asian one; no one fucking generalizes asians as geisha. And oops! Sorry, but that’s not strictly true. Because the American geisha has nothing to do...
important gchat of the day
S: i’m on a lot of adderal and writing grad school papers S: if you couldn’t tell by my internet presence M: i’m eating a sandwich and drinking a rolling rock and having anxiety M: if you couldn’t tell by how that’s my constant state all the time
absurdistaudio: basically what I’m saying with all of these pop-punk reminiscences is that I used to really believe in causes and issues but then I started drinking.
Let’s talk about rape for a moment. Rape is not what George Lucas did to your...– Jeffrey Rowland (via byzantines)
Some mornings I wake up and I think, is it too...
Madz: …narwhals are real? me: yes Madz: i’m honestly shocked by this...– what happens when you spend your whole life in ocean advocacy and then you realize that the information you think is normal isn’t actually normal at all. (via akagan) GUYS DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS?
Question: how much of a responsible adult does it make you if you leave a bar at 1:30 in the morning and spend $30 on a cab to get home because you don’t have appropriate clothes to wear to work in the morning? Do you lose points for being in a bar past what would be last call at an even slightly more respectable establishment? Do you gain points for caring in advance what your students...
typical monday evening
Listen to all of Through Being Cool twice while eating soup. Eat soup with emotion.
I cannot believe this took place! Why not slap some googly eyes on a popsicle...– Natasha Vargas-Cooper on the Zooey Deschanel National Anthem catastrophe
Disappearance by Roger Friedland →
This is an essay about pubic hair and you should read it.
Today’s the day I sing the National Anthem for game 4 of the World Series.– me (via zooeydeschanel) You are a monster.
gossip girl is on instant netflix now.
There is a Hanson song in the pilot. I forgot how flawless the first season is.
Tess: I will text you when I get cut and meet you out there and what, ideally, should I wear, taking into account the amount of bloat I have going on. Run on sentence DFW style minus the genius. Madeline: Needs more footnotes. Tess: a) if boys will be there I should put some effort into myself Tess: b) they won’t talk to me anyway Tess: a2) but I should want to look good anyway for my own...
60 Percent of Hetero Women Are Attracted to Other... →
autostraddle: Yup it’s true, straight girls wanna make out with you. “According to Shane, your pants and a new study from Boise State University.” When Schaefer and Rachel visited in June we were on the T and I said “straight girls are a myth” accidentally really loudly and a girl across the train smiled and kissed her girlfriend and it was a really lovely moment....
thecomedyisover: I’ve never had a professor who says the word “fuck” when lecturing as much as J Gerhart. So this is what gender studies is like. HELL YEAH IT IS (Related: during senior seminar, one of the GS majors kept getting in trouble for her liberal use of “fuck” in all her critical papers. She would tell Chaia, “I’m really sorry, it’s just that Sexual...
As for being normal, Chu has got me there. Though one could argue that it’s also...– Look guys I know that girlschool is not for everyone (and its existence brushes up against all the class-based issues that all private educational institutions are necessarily vulnerable to, among other things) but in the ways in which it worked for me, it really worked for me, and that is a thing...
"if wealth was a product of hard work then the...
synecdoche: Stephen Elliott in his Daily Rumpus e-mail. Telling all the backwaiters. (But what would hostesses be? Not wealthy. If wealth was a product of being degraded, hostesses would be wealthy.)
Bromance” means nothing if we don’t also admit the value of actual romance...– Sady Doyle (via queerdanceparty) My response to everything Sady Doyle says is normally “lol Sady Doyle” but this is actually super valid and important. I also hate how culture is like, “Omg! Bromance! Men hanging out!” like it’s so weird. I remember when I Love You,...
Cute boys! Punk boys who drink too much!– not very good at selling my friends to one another when I am trying to get them all laid