October 2011
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September 2011
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“I went to a Gamestop to turn in a Playstation 2 slim that I had put towards a...”
– A Really Awesome Person (via nickryan)
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August 2011
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July 2011
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March 2011
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December 2010
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We don't say "dating," we say "talking." Instead...
November 2010
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“It’s clear to me now that I have been moving toward you and you toward me for a...”
– The Bridges of Madison County, Robert James Waller (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
October 2010
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September 2010
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This is one of the many reasons why I love...
Now, I’m sure many of you have encountered little shits in supermarkets. Little kids running about and knocking things over, being rude, walking all over their parents, you know the kind. But the worst are the biters. Yes, those little cunts that feel it is okay to bite you whenever they feel like it.
Okay, here’s the best part. A biter got me today when I was grocery stopping. He broke the fucking skin, too. This was when the gears started turning, the moment I saw a tiny sprickle of blood on the little shit’s teeth as he was grinning at me like the little cunt he is. I made my eyes get wide, and started screaming “SHIT! SHIT!.” Now, my good friend, Tom we’ll call him, was there too, and he instantly picked up on it. He started shouting “FUCK! MAYBE HE DIDN’T GET IT! FUCK!.” By now, the kid is scared shitless and starts crying, and instantly, Mizz Mom appears out of nowhere and starts getting pissy at us for yelling at her kid.
Here’s the kicker, I look her straight in the eye and say, “Mam, get your son tested as soon as possible, he just bit me and I’m… I’m FUCKING HIV POSITIVE.”
And now there is silence. Not a peep in the entire store. The brat knows he just fucked up big time because his mom isn’t defending his ass. She just stares at me wide eyed. I walk away from them, buy my shit from the wide eyed cashier, all the while blood is dripping from my calf, making a nice little trail on the floor. And, just s we leave, we start to hear the mother sobbing. Sobbing like the cunt she is.
I have never felt any more satisfaction than the moment I heard that sob.
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Lady Gaga and the death of sex | The Sunday Times →
Generation Gaga doesn’t identify with powerful vocal styles because their own voices have atrophied: they communicate mutely via a constant stream of atomised, telegraphic text messages. Gaga’s flat affect doesn’t bother them because they’re not attuned to facial expressions.
Gaga’s fans are marooned in a global technocracy of fancy gadgets but emotional poverty. Borderlines have been...
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August 2010
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July 2010
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June 2010
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The Paradox of Our Time
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The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more...
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May 2010
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“We could have turned this into a body-swap comedy. We could have squeezed...”
– Seth Cohen [The O.C., 4x15 The Night Moves] (via fuckyeahschwartzverse)
February 2010
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Stevie Nicks - Crystal
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January 2010
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December 2009
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