Sprayacha, A Sriracha Hot Sauce Spray Bottle
laughingsquid: Sprayacha, A Sriracha Hot Sauce Spray Bottle
dinksdinksdinks: I woke up from a nap to discover that my roommate has a girl over. Instead of my original plan of programming in bed, I immediately hopped out of bed, got dressed, and am now in the process of doing the last bit of that run I promised myself earlier. I cannot, I will not listen to the heteros have sex. Especially under this roof. ewwwwwwwwww. i hate his attitude and i...
Fondre en larmes.– “To melt into tears” To burst into tears. (via awesomefrench)
Ceux-là seulement qui se sont amuses à les observer savent combien la femme y...– ― Honoré de Balzac, Ferragus, chef des Dévorants (on the ‘strange, weird, inconceivable effects’ of Paris at night) I studied this book my first semester at uni, it was my only English class. It forever changed me, I think of the professor often and he was one of the major reasons I...
August 7, departing at 4:55PM. I’ll be in San Diego at 7:55PM. shitshitshitshitshit.
When I was 11, I won a radio contest to go to space camp.– dinksdinksdinks.tumblr.com
Lovers alone wear sunlight– e e cummings (via pavorst)
She has this fear that she has no names that she has many names that she...– Gloria Anzaldua, La Frontera (1987) this is the full quote. (via usesforroots)
Though no one would ever think of using the term honor violence (we reserve that...– A woman in America runs a greater risk of being killed by her husband or boyfriend than a woman in Pakistan. How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love Feminists. (via popmuslim) A woman in America runs a greater risk of being killed by her husband or boyfriend than a woman in Pakistan. A woman in...
is my new favorite character. I’m only the first 50 pages into Orson Scott Card’s Xenocide and Qing-jao is this remarkable seven year old girl named for Li Qing-Jao (her ancestor-of-the-heart, a poet). She is one of the few ‘god spoken’ and has ritualistic OCD. The two issues are connected and I. Can’t. Wait. To. See. What. Orson. Does. Seriously, how did I never...
"Separation" Li Qing-Jao (Xenocide - Orson Scott...
someone’s sent a loving note in lines of returning geese and as the moon fills my western chamber as petals dance over the flowing stream again I think of you the two of us living a sadness apart a hurt that can’t be removed yet when my gaze comes down my heart stays up
Undocumented student publishes how-to guide for... →
lauraisabel: This is so helpful! Please share!
Papa Johns Emails
always come right at lunchtime. Stop taunting me.
San Diego tumblrs
Every time I scroll through pages and pages of photos, beach and desert and mountains and joshua trees and horizon lines and palms, I click through on the ones I love most in hopes I can find new adventurous friends to road trip and shoot with for when I move in two months. but they’re never from San Diego. Where you at?
37thState Blog: Eerie Photography by Togolese... →
37thstate: “Self-portraiture is a way of writing without words. My aim is to reveal the deepest parts of myself.” Hélène Amouzou plays with the photographic medium to create ephemeral and ghostly self-portraits. She captures herself or her belongings (often her clothes) in an empty…
White Person: Why didn't you just call the police?
Black Person: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
An Ode to Spring Onions
I love the way you make my garden smell, I love the way you make my hands smell, I love the way you make my kitchen smell. Thank you for existing. #scallionlove
Living in a Music House
I was just relaxing in my room, and suddenly someone started playing our piano like a genius. I peeked out, it was our sometimes roommate. I had no idea he played piano. mmmmmmm. so nice.
amandabearpig asked: Lawrence has been having issues with his heart. About two months ago we held a huge benefit show to raise money for him to have heart surgery and it sold out completely. He just couldn't pull through apparently.
Sometimes sisterhood gets switched and you don’t even really realize what you’ve missed, until you’re twenty-something. She is our eldest. 15 months older than Ashleigh, who is 15 months older than me. She turned 25 this year. Her body is stuck with a brain that’s 2 and growing up the only thing I could do Was headdown, headdown, headdown. Cause mom always beat her worse. And mom...
howtobeterrell: sometimes you’re happy but then you remember that you have unsubsidized student loans preach
I feel like I’m choking on my own throat. Found out a particular wedding is happening this weekend, and the thought launched me into crazytown. I keep alternating between shaking all over and wanting to vomit. I’m just gonna not move for a few hours.
the letter your mother couldn't write
kinksandquirks: dear daughter, if you’ve inherited my heart then don’t be ashamed of how desperate you sometimes feel or how you stain sheets and shirts that you are sopping wet a walking haemmorhage curious hands in the shower the first menses of a young girl a virgin writhing on a bed you are on fire you are like your mother. so how could i ever talk about sin or damnation when you have legs...
Dead Things in Jars
So I have this thing…where I collect dead insects and put them in jars. It started when all the cicadas came out of the mothafuckin ground last year, waking from their 13 years underground. And as I was jobless at the time, I was spending a ton of time tromping around the woods and taking pictures. I couldn’t get over how beautiful their wings were. Their dead bodies were everywhere. ...
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Lady Zora Speaketh: Forget Slumdog Millionaire →
thehalalpeniswhisperer: There are so many sensitive portrayals of South Asian poverty [among other issues] that are way more gripping. Movies that explore what it is like to live in a variety of South Asian communities, examine the dichotomy between rich and poor, and effectively appreciate…
Drank a (half?) bottle of what I thought was wine, but was actually blackout potion. My feet are killing me from dancing. Evidently there was more wine and a tequila shot involved. struggling today.
yethathne: fronteriza: My best friend is leaving. Well, he’s been leaving for a week and still hasn’t gone, but I think he’s actually leaving today. I may or may not have cried in the mostly empty gay bar we were in with dinksdinksdinks. Every time I think about it, I have to stifle laughter because of the ridiculousness of last night and this past year. Never been happier. =( i miss his...