June 2012
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Cosmo's 44 Most Ridiculous Sex Tips →
3. “Think of his shaft… like the outer curve of your breast. …Take his shaft between your open palms and tap it back and forth, almost like you’re volleying a tennis ball. The quick movements are a fun way to wake up his nerves.” First, do women like their breasts to be “volleyed” like tennis balls? Also: stop hitting me.
Jun 25th
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you are probably the awesomest person to see this:... →
yzupp: “Are any of these vegan and gluten free?” I asked the Caribbean lad in Whole Foods. “Um. Let’s take a look.” ten minutes later… ”It looks like these are.” I stared at a concoction of flax, sesame, and some kind of tree bark masquerading as a cracker. Maybe I’ll just get rid of crackers all…
Jun 25th
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Corporate Profits Just Hit An All-Time High, Wages... →
Materials for Nike shoes cost 10 bucks or less, 3rd world employees barely make enough for day to day living. The only thing to increase since the 80’s is the cost of the shoes. Thats how you make a million dollar company a billion dollar company.
Jun 25th
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Sharing Poetry: Molly Peacock, "Why I Am Not a... →
sharingpoetry: I love desire, the state of want and thought of how to get; building a kingdom in a soul requires desire. I love the things I’ve sought- you in your beltless bathrobe, tongues of cash that loll from my billfold- and love what I want: clothes, houses, redemption. Can a new mauve suit equal God? Oh no, desire is ranked. To lose a loved pen is not like losing faith. Acute desire for...
Jun 17th
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Sharing Poetry: Dahlia Ravikovitch, "Pride" →
sharingpoetry: I tell you, even rocks crack, and not because of age. For years they lie on thier backs in the heat and the cold, so many years, it seems peaceful.  They dont move, so the cracks stay hidden. A kind of pride. Years pass over them, waiting there. Whoever is going to shatter them  hasn’t come yet. And so the moss flourishes, the seaweed whips around, the sea pushes through and rolls...
Jun 17th
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oh yes by charles bukowski
ismiledsweetly: there are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often when you do it’s too late and there’s nothing worse than too late.
Jun 17th
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“There is always one person you love who becomes that definition. It usually...”
– Chuck Klosterman, Killing Yourself to Live: 85% of a True Story (via 4mbivalent) And that’s the fucking truth.
Jun 17th
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Summer Came Early →
On Wednesday, I got a phone call at work. I recognized the number as being from Elise’s school, and I groaned right out loud - when the school calls in the middle of the day, it’s never a good thing. It was the principal of Elise’s school, and she was calling to tell me that Elise had bitten another child - completely unprovoked, she said - and that the school would not tolerate...
Jun 15th
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