Herman Cain reveals Ginger White to accuse him of... →
stfuconservatives: After being criticized for his slow response to sexual harassment allegations, presidential candidate Herman Cain on Monday refuted a story that has yet to come out. “It was pretty simple,” Ginger White told an Atlanta TV station in an interview set to air at 6 p.m. Monday evening. “It wasn’t complicated. I was aware that he was married. And I was also aware I was...
OKAY so remember that time a few years back when I broke my right foot and the doctor was all like be careful with that one it will be susceptible to re-breaking for a long time get good shoes with arch supports cuz yr incredibly flat-footed but I never did? Remember the time I thought it would be a great idea to run halfway across Manhattan wearing those shitty $7 high tops and kept complaining...
Remember that time two years ago almost to the day we drove to New York I’d never been I’d never even met Lacey IRL except once for like thirty seconds when I was really hammered she came home from work really angry and didn’t care about meeting people I played xbox in the basement for like an hour and went home cuz Ryan Novak stole the rum bottle I DIGRESS we listened to every...
"Ode to Failure," Allen Ginsberg (1980) →
Come over right now
I am not laughing, Dorian; at least I am not laughing at you. But you should not...– Oscar Wilde, “The Picture of Dorian Gray”
Wake up! Wake up! You're going to die!
The Milgram Experiment →
a lover a muse oh shit EDIT: projection! projection! knock it off already it’s old
Listen, I don’t know if you’ve thought about this much at all, or maybe you...– Jack Kerouac on The Beat Generation (via thebeathotel) Ta-daaaaa
I think I did it I think I finally cracked
don’t don’t don’t dont stem the deluge with misgivings stupid bastard don’t don’t waste two days’ suffering and not jot dots it’s not hard fucking say it before you forget why would Mozart put that note there? It’s like that
PROMISE RING REUNION SHOWS →
When a poem compels one to read it with passion, the reader feels he is...– Paul Valéry, The Art of Poetry, trans. Denise Folliot (via muse_daily)
I passed out for about half an hour during the game earlier and had this dream that I was about to be put to death. I can’t remember by who, or why, or where I was but I was left with the strong impression of feeling terrified and calm at the same time.
What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.– Fyodor Dostoyevsky (via bodhisattvaquotes)