Or just SJ.
Broken brain. Fractured heart. Killer smile. Wicked sense of humor.
In the face of the beautiful-awful-tragic-absurd-mundane-heartbreaking-impossible-wonderful,
all I can think to say is:
and even this...
“I record my life, sifting and trying to separate what is real from what I’ve dreamed. I have decided not to tell you what is fact versus what is unfact primarily because (a) I am giving you a portrait of the essence of me, and (b) because, living where I do, living in the chasm that cuts through thought, it is lonely… come with me, reader. I am toying with you, yes, but for a real reason. I am asking you to enter the confusion with me, to give up the ground with me, because sometimes that frightening floaty place is really the truest of all. Kierkegaard says, 'The greatest lie of all is the feeling of firmness beneath our feet. We are most honest when we are lost.' Enter that lostness with me. Live in the place I am, where the view is murky, where the connecting bridges and orienting maps have been surgically stripped away.”
— Lauren Slater
“I want to be remembered as the girl who always smiles even when her heart is broken, and the one that could always brighten up your day even if she couldn’t brighten her own.”
AIM: andeventhis
Email: andeventhis[at]aim[dot]com
And I’ve been listening to my roommate have sex for about an hour.
The girl he’s with comes like a trained dog and I am both impressed and jealous.
Can we just talk for a minute about my crush on Darby?
Because I have a crush on Darby.
What people mean when they say they’re not having kids.
sade:
This is a picture of Kim Kardashian’s swollen pregnant lady feet squeezed inside of these plastic stilettos. GIRL STOP. RELAX.
Foot binding never really ended, did it?
A demonstration of how Cyrus destroyed Olitz in this episode.
See also: what Shonda Rimes does to my feels on a weekly basis.
There’s a lot to discuss here
A 2 hour blowjob just doesn’t seem good in theory. That’s two hours. 120 minutes. Shit is gonna get tiresome for everyone involved.
first of all how are bitches not getting distracted like i can barely have sex for an hour before i’m thinking shit like:
“i need to go wash my bathtub.”
“i mean really why doesn’t olivia pope wrap her head before she goes to bed.”
“i wonder what memphis bleek is doing.”
“i wonder if this nigga know the boy part to the ‘are you that somebody’ dance? prolly not.”
NB4R
