i feel my american-bred sense of entitlement the most when i get annoyed that the ‘united states’ is sorted in alphabetical order on a drop down menu and not just listed at the top
(Source: margaeryswolf, via professorspork)
i feel my american-bred sense of entitlement the most when i get annoyed that the ‘united states’ is sorted in alphabetical order on a drop down menu and not just listed at the top
(Source: margaeryswolf, via professorspork)
They are; they fucking are. Please accept from me this sweet, overflowing bouquet of audacious semicolons… (;;;;;;;;;) I would fuck the shit out of any girl who knew how to use a semicolon correctly. No; that’s not true. That’s too crass. I would make sweet gentle Antonio Banderas-style love to any girl who knew how to correctly use a semicolon; with quilted sheets, and flickering candles. I would get up in the middle of our passionate lovemaking to tenderly bring her glasses of water because she’d be thirsty from all our passionate lovemaking. That’s how strongly I feel about semicolons.
Oh, imaginary girl who also feels so strongly about semicolons! Dumb people say that we no longer need to use semicolons; but they are wrong. Critics say these negative things about semicolons; ”They are old-fashioned,” “They are middle-class,” “They are optional,” “They are mysteriously connected to pausing,” “They are dangerously addictive.” These people are fuckheads. Fuck all that noise, I say.
Oh, not for you. Not for you and me! Not for us, the phallic thrusting of the “em-dash.” Not for us, the excessive white space of the colon. No, for us, only the blank dot, symbolizing sexy nothingness and the sexy void; the blank dot and the luscious curve of the comma, which symbolizes ripeness, growth, and also sex, because most things symbolize sex.
Oh, one day; my purely hypothetical darling. One day, we will meet. And even if you happen not to be a girl, but perhaps a very epicene David-Bowie-ish sort of skinny dude; well, I’ve never swung that way before, but if we both love semicolons so much, probably it will be okay; but one day, we will meet. Possibly on the avenue; we will meet. We will spread our hands. We will know one another. “Hello,” we will say. “Hello; what next?” we will say. And we will know; we will know what is next to come.
pop quiz: who went out on a date because the asker used a semicolon correctly, even though we had nothing in common? hint: it was me, i actually did that.
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I haven’t felt emotions in a while so there’s a possibility I’m mistaken, but I think I’m starting to have a crush on someone that I shouldn’t so I’ve just been blasting this song on repeat trying to repress it.
call me a bra because i’m here to support you and touch your boobs
(via coffeeandfags)
This, children, is how we used to connect to the internet.
AOL…..my old enemy…..we meet again.
god I still hear that fucking dialing sound in my damn dreams.
fuck that shit man
this gif should be slowed down immensely for accuracy.
Is this slow enough
No
(Source: spacecadet, via darlingyouare)
imagine if giraffes had 2 legs
That just looks like the front view of a giraffe.
oh well excuse me princess do u need a fuckin sideview of it prancing through nature
(via professorspork)
does medusa have pubes and if so are they snakes too
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