fall out boy and panic at the disco walk into a bar
the bartender goes “hey where’s mcr they used to come here with you guys all the time”
everyone starts crying
When people describe sex as poetically as this. It makes me want to have sex without even being horny.
this how white people have sex fuckin boring and pretentiously “oh yes my dear smack my buttocks with a bit more vigor mmmm yes my regards!” get all the way the fuck outta here.
Valentino s/s 2014
just to clarify r. kelly said Bounce 10 times
I love him so much
There is nothing technically (“grammatically”) wrong w/ this p4k review of Midlake's new album (aside from an unnecessary comma and the middling tone). But the ambiguous nature (and regional subjectivity) of its grammar (et al.) got me thinking about the fitful nature of our opinions (the profound subjectivity of music, art, relationships, love, life, God) and the multiplicity of equivocation that reverberates from even the most determined statement (not to mention my unbridled free-association of the world around me). Wisdom is equivocation, so deal. Just ask yourself: are you a CREDIT or a DETRIMENT? What is your subject? What is your predicate? What is your verb? And is your verb really a noun [or vice versa]?) Awareness is the first step toward love. No, I don’t get enough sleep. Yes, my life is boring as shit. God’s peace to you all.
What it’s like to be stupid