cat you are drunk
my god i am missing my dark brown/almost black hair colour right about now.
red heads are good, yes? should swap sassy red hair for my signature dark hue. if i got that sweet lingerie i’d need to be a smoldering brunette in it, right?
me: “is that a stock picture you have around for a time like this?”
27 year-old failed journalist bros NEED TO GET IT THE FUCK TOGETHER.
fuckdudeskilldudes said: omg, NOT OKAY
things that just happened
bro: rambling on and on and on about cougars (because i care????)
me: “did you take one home?”
bro: responds with a photo of some girl giving him head
NOT OKAY
NOT OKAY
NOT OKAY
NOT OKAY
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ripping off each other’s clothes in the most peculiar way
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LOOK AT THE BUTT: i have a draft saved somewhere that says something like “listen, just...
confessional writing for the win
forever forever forever
i have a draft saved somewhere that says something like “listen, just let me have sex with you and then write about it on the internet, it will be weird but just like go with me on this”
which is true. everyone should let me fuck them For Science. i think of my ~number~ as an Archive and a…
trippy. i just finished watching hemingway and gellhorn and then i see this, which is in the film. hemingway is still an asshat caught up in his own idea of masculinity and shit and i wish i could brawl with him.
“Writing, at its best, is a lonely life. Organizations for writers palliate the writer’s loneliness but I doubt if they improve his writing. He grows in public stature as he sheds his loneliness and often his work deteriorates. For he does his work alone and if he is a good enough writer he must face eternity, or the lack of it, each day.”
Ernest Hemingway, The Nobel Prize Speech (1954)
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your gal back home
