- bugs can be super rude, I am tumblring from outside & they bump into me by accident but don't even say excuse me
June 2013
40 posts
“This is what I don’t get - Women are impure because males have touched them. Who’s the dirty one here?”
—Comment on Jezebel article “Female ‘Purity’ Is Bullshit” (via sadteenqueen)
“You were last seen walking through a field of pianos. No. A museum of mouths. In the kitchen of a bustling restaurant, cracking eggs and releasing doves. No. Eating glow worms and waltzing past my bedroom. Last seen riding the subway, literally, straddling its metal back, clutching electrical cables as reins. You were wearing a dress made out of envelopes and stamps, this was how you travelled. I was the mannequin in the storefront window you could have sworn moved. The library card in the book you were reading until that dog trotted up and licked your face. The cookie with two fortunes. The one jamming herself through the paper shredder, afraid to talk to you. The beggar. Hat outstretched bumming for more minutes. The phone number on the bathroom stall with no agenda other than a good time. The good time is a picnic on water, or a movie theatre that only plays your childhood home videos and no one hushes when you talk through them. When you play my videos I throw milk duds at the screen during the scenes I watch myself letting you go — lost to the other side of an elevator — your face switching to someone else’s with the swish of a geisha’s fan. My father could have been a travelling salesman. I could have been born on any doorstep. There are 2,469,501 cities in this world, and a lot of doorsteps. Meet me on the boardwalk. I’ll be sure to wear my eyes. Do not forget your face. I could never.”
—“new york craigslist > personals > missed connections” (via poetrea)
“Birds born in a cage think flying is an illness.”
—Alejandro Jodorowsky (via fawun)
Jimmy Piersall
Tigers Jaw
“I’ve seen too many winters” he said
Outstretched hands, feeling sick, inadequate
I’m shades of what I used to be.
i’m terribly sorry sir, but for the last time, no, you can not pay us in stickers. i don’t care how many stickers you have. this is a high end restaurant. holy shit that is a lot of stickers. okay just give me those and you are free to go don’t tell anyone about this
ok that buddha jesus fan fiction has convinced me tumblr is worth coming back to
I’ll post more later tonight I promise tumblr!!!
hi tumblr I am bad at being consistent w/ this thing, pls forgive
May 2013
201 posts
“I’m not going to censor myself to comfort your ignorance.”
—Jon Stewart (via wethinkwedream)
