July 2011
because I'm growed-up
belgian beer and green mangos and chili paste and white peaches for dinner
“FUCK BALANCED COMPOSITIONS
AND THAT FUCKING PAINTING WITH ALL THE PEOPLE
AND...”
– also:
I HATE YOUR BABY I HATE YOUR BABY AND THE WEIRD FACE ON YOUR BABY WITH THE BODY OF BARRY BONDS I HATE THE TRICEPS ON YOUR WEIRD BABY IT DOESN’T LOOK NATURAL.
from Kristin Hayter’s I FUCKING HATE THE RENAISSANCE (via kosure)
this made my day!!
Russell Brand, "For Amy" →
…They communicate to you through a barely discernible but un-ignorable veil… They have about them the air of elsewhere, that they’re looking through you to somewhere else they’d rather be. And of course they are. The priority of any addict is to anaesthetise the pain of living to ease the passage of the day with some purchased relief.
surprising even myself linking to this,...
you are an asshole if you choose these songs at...
American Pie (that song is 437819047320753478905748023 minutes long, fuck you)
Anything from Zeppelin II (are you serious, 48 measure break and painfully awkward dude-groan noises)
Dudes Singing Any 1980’s Madonna (you are dumb)
Hit Me Baby One More Time (you are predictable/unoriginal and also I bet you have an elaborate plan to go skydiving or bungie jumping on your 30th bday)
“It is our failure to become our perceived ideal that ultimately defines us and...”
– Conan O’Brien. (via jessiepeterson)
HOW TO FIND WATER IN THE ORANGE
by Emily Pettit
Someone explains how to cook something. Someone else does not listen. In the lake look at how the fish are not cooking anything. At the bottom and in other places there is no cooking. It takes geography. It eliminates it. When I am having toast I keep not having toast. What would be a liberation? A blue screw in the cement wall. Orange. I’ve got my telephone. My telephone...
