Two days ago, a man with an amazing life story and an exceedingly generous and philanthropic spirit has the misfortune of dying on a Segway. The jokes fly.
Today, a comedian who made a point of telling people not to take him too seriously died of an apparently accidental overdose. In place of jokes, we get deep introspection.
I don’t wish to tell anybody how to grieve or insinuate that one life is more valuable than another. I just think it’s an interesting juxtaposition of reactions.
because I’m never here all the time anymore.
they fucking love it.
I just wanna squeeze him!
I am in an all-gender bathroom and there’s a dude here peeing standing up! What a cultural experience
baked goods for sure. but what else?
Watching a movie in the park and I miss what I’ve never had. Lying in the grass with my hair in my face, face down, fondling the ground, wishing someone would come up and wrap their arms around me. I haven’t masturbated in nearly forty-eight hours, which wouldn’t have been long before this summer. The world is a fruit right now, puncture-free and on the brink of pleasure.
Hi this is not creepy! This is really flattering, and thats interesting because I don’t remember submitting there but maybe I did it in the recesses of a dream and forgot. Well I’m glad you think I’m pretty! You are too!
i hit puberty. and a lot has changed since 8th grade.
but i still like Kids in the Hall,
and i still want to be in a band,
and i still drink bedtime tea.
oh mcwiby. eternally wise.
Next time you are riding in a car tune out from the conversation and focus on the car. the expierance of being in it. you are riding in a car. How strange, I know, how did we get to here were we bounce around in boxes of metal? aren’t wheels strange things, all that rubber always stretching over the air of the situation. you are in a car.
Assign the car and object and imagine how funny it would be to have an apple car, a lemon car, a shell car? what exactly does this car look like? Think of where this car is driven.
Imagine you are inside a peach pit.
feel the back of your teeth, think of wood. Do you feel the ridges, the way fat collects in them like darkness in trees? Think of a peach pit.
Imagine you are in a peach pit. Channel a lover you never got clousre with. Pop them in pop them out, imagine you are in a toaster, a poptart baking. Pop in, pop out.
I think I am going to make a zine.
Very Cool. Where are you located?
I’ve been tripping since 6 o clock last night and I go on tumblr to find TWENTY NEW FOLLOWERS.
where did you all come from? Do you want to tell me about yourselves? I’ll write you a letter new followers, send me your address if you would like a letter.
I’m glad you are here. I hope you are glad you are here. But really why are you here?
please reblog and tell me about yourself.
hung out with my roommate and her best friend from home. we made pizza and gave each other manicures and put cranapple juice in tiny tusks (neptune.)
it was a fancy time.
and rode for the first time in years last night.
AND IT WAS SO FUCKING COOL.