- Everyone at my school's idea of a relationship: Someone asks someone "Will you go out with me?" and the other person says yes. They hug in the hallways, hold hands in the morning before the bell rings, and they kiss at lunch. They say "I love you" after two days. The whole school agrees that they are the cutest couple ever and hopes that they will last.
- My idea of a relationship: You start talking to each other and is in the "talking stage". One person asks you to go a date with them. You guys go a few more dates. You guys are dating. You guys act like a couple. You hug, you hold hands, you kiss. One person asks you to be their boyfriend/girlfriend. You guys are now officially a couple. You're in one of those relationships where you don't announce it to the whole world but you won't deny it if someone asked. You guys are comfortable around each other, you hang out outside of school. You say "I love you" when the time is right and when you actually mean it. You have a threeway with Satan. You agree that all other mortals are no better than the mud caked to your collective shoes and sacrifice the whole of your school to the Dark Lord as per his request mid-coitus. You rule the charred and ruined remains of your homeland with an iron fist. Together <3
(via chaosrunning)
Those giant monster import mosquitoes the size of a quarter that I heard about a few months ago? Yea, they have made it to Jacksonville, and they are scary as fuck. One landed on me today and I looked right at it and I COULD SEE HIM LOOKING BACK AT ME! It was all like “what you…
Blueberries piss me the fuck off
They’re BLUE.
but mashed, they’re PURPLE??
AND WHEN SKINNED, WE SEE THE INSIDES ARE GREEN?????
WHAT THE EVERLIVING FUCK, BLUEBERRIES?!
Fruits do not conform to your normative coloration expectations.
(via carry-on-my-wayward-butt)
(via deepseadandy)
“We had just gotten off tour with Mudhoney, and I decided to stage-dive. I was wearing a dress and I didn’t realize what I was engendering in the audience. It was a huge audience and they were kind of going ape-shit. So I just dove off the stage, and suddenly, it was like my dress was being torn off of me, my underwear was being torn off of me, people were putting their fingers inside of me and grabbing my breasts really hard, screaming things in my ears like “pussy-whore-cunt”. When I got back onstage I was naked. I felt like Karen Finley. But the worst thing of all was that I saw a photograph of it later. Someone took a picture of me right when this was happening, and I had this big smile on my face like I was pretending it wasn’t happening. So later I wrote a song called “Asking For It” based on the whole experience. I can’t compare it to rape because it’s not the same. But in a way it was. I was raped by an audience, figuratively, literally, and yet, was I asking for it?”
-Courtney Love
This is disgusting. There’s no way this would happen if a male stage dived.
(via grrlyman)
The woman in this photo is Daneisha McCoy. She was working at JASMYN (a gay youth outreach center) back in 2003. I was 13 and fresh out of the closet. She was the first trans person I ever met. She taught me everything I know about drag, shade, and reading. She showed me Paris is Burning for the first time. She even snuck me into my first gay club so I could see a “real” drag show. She was funny, insightful, and was always there to make me feel better as a young, scared gay youth. Daneisha moved away to NYC sometime around my junior year of high school and we fell out of touch. Today I found her Facebook page and discovered that she had passed away from AIDS related complications about a year ago. I never got to tell her how much she meant to me, so I’ll take this opportunity to pay my last respects. Queen, you were a beautiful and amazing creature. I’m deeply sorry if I never took the time to tell you that. The world lost a good one when they lost Daneisha. I’ll never forget you. RIP, mama.
