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carg o c o llective
He surped my minds thoughts. Scooped them up for his own, appropriated them but not really appropriating them. I wrote about something. And it was reformatted, resized and revomited. I can’t think of anything other than the fact that my stomach is full of milk. Its just full of a nice heavy liquid. But I’m lying on my back with my full, heavy stomach. I hate the feeling of my calves against the back of my thighs. I hate that feeling/ I ahte those two objects. Those two fleshy pieces of useless hate, and anger, and food and walking and stuff/
“Woman is literally a monster: a failed and botched male who is only born female due to an excess of moisture and of coldness during the process of conception.”
— ~Aristotle
lapsing
im gunna lapse for the fun of it. lapse lapse lapse. heh.
i like that word almost as much as bating.. short for masturbating. hah
why isn´t my amazon account working. i´m sending lazer heat waves out of my eyes to you right now amazon. they´re extra radiated.
ugh. they charged me 20.80 for doing illegal amazon things haah. i think i bought something but my card didn´t work. and i did that like 4 times before they realized it. so then i got it for free.. and i dont know how this happened.. but then i think they charged me for a premium account as soon as i had money in my bank account. which i never will anymore because say hellow to destitute debbie.
i cant do drugz. i cant do drugz. i can
i cant afford coffee. how will i live. i cant exercise. i cant wake up. i cant smile. feel healthy. eat food. eat less fod. where am i goooooooing.
i think i saw 2 prostitutes today. it wasn´t as glamourous as i imagined. one was wearing bright hot pink lipstick. i think it might have been glittery.
i wonder what yahoo´s going to do with tumblr. it´s not generating enough revenue. maybe ill get a job there. but i dont want to live in the city with scours of desperate female, dislocated minds searching for the one, while im drinking my tequila in a pre-trendy basement bar with grandpa lou. id go crazy.
but where do i go
boy: Hey what’s up
me: Nadaa, just drinkin some iced tea
boy: Wordd finally got some food. Where ya from?
me: I’m originally from New York but right now I’m going to school in Vermont
me: And yourself ?
boy: Nj but in Vt
boy: **name of local vermont college** ?
boy: You’re profile picture is soo sexy
me: Why thank ya
me: And no I go to uvm
boy: Ohh word got a few friends there
me: I’m assuming you go to **name of local vermont college**?
boy: Yes maam
boy: You should drink with me and my friends this weekend
me: And why is that **name of boy** ?
boy: Take a guess
me: Idk you wanna get creamed in beer pong?
boy: Yeaa and see a cute girl like u in person
me: Well
me: Lets say for arguments sake I didn’t want to drink and wanted to play countless games of monopoly
boy: I’d probably respectfully decline. Ask you to leave. Check you out on the way out
me: You must really hate monopoly
omg. i have found my scribing outlet. tinder allows me to combine the perfect amount of ironic sassiness in which i can torment little boys who confuse my textual attention for flirtatiousness. it’s wonderful. i’ll post the the best conversations that ultimately lead the creation of my best prose. ahh modernity suck my clit.
(Source: theteenagehead, via girlsandguns)
I like femininity most when it aggressively threatens masculinity
I like femininity most when it aggressively threatens masculinity
it would be so fucking nice to not have to wear makeup to look relatively acceptable
(via babyjouissance666)
mom. facebook is not your live journal. mom.