That moment when you manage to sound both like a communist and an anarchist in the same essay.

Nothing makes you feel fancy like cooking with wine. That’s right bitch. Chicken Cacciatore. With mushrooms. Suck it.

chasingcomics:

The Man Who Lives Alone

My Intro to Comics final about ghosts and love.

Wow.

(via short-circuited-chameleon)

So yeah… woohoo for being single. I guess.

Sometimes things just don’t work out I guess…

I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.

Mary Shelley, Frankenstein. (via hellhathnoregret)


Oh my god. Sing it sister. I want this in tattoo form… ribs?

(via whycellothurr)

Sometimes, when I’m feeling a little too good about myself, I watch clips of Svetlana Zakharova dancing. About 8 seconds is enough to have me curled up in a fetal position, desperately trying to rethink my life.

High school, it seems, has changed. It has become competitive. Young men and women — 13 to 18 years old — must work more or less tirelessly to ensure their spot at a college deemed worthy to them and their families. So rather than living their adolescent lives — lives brimming with desires and vitality, with vim, vigor, and brewing lust — these kids are working at old age homes, cramming for tests, popping Adderall just to make the literal and proverbial grade. And for what? So they can go to a school that puts them in debt for the rest of their lives. School has become a great vehicle of capitalism: it quashes the revolution implicit in adolescence while simultaneously fomenting perpetual indebtedness.

Daniel Coffeen (via thatsgoldjerry)

I believe this is an appropriate moment to say “True dat”.

(via whycellothurr)