In my rendition of “Death of a Salesman”, Biff ineffectually throws a football at Willy Loman’s speeding car in an attempt to save him
What are you getting a urine analysis for?
$150 thats what
(im in a study on the physiological effects of untreated depression)
update on getting paid to be sad + gay all the time: i have to pee in a jug for 24 hours and store it in my refrigerator along with some spitty cotton swabs which im thankful for because i get extra money for collecting bodily fluids & itll prepare me for my inevitable total breakdown at the glistening age of 31
Torn - Natalie Imbruglia
our song fussybabybitch
lets roll up to frolic blasting this & then just keep playing it on our flipphones inside the bar
this screenshot is important because it highlights how even in the scene where gavin mcinnes pays a bunch of extras to stand around and laugh and applaud his lame “eating pussy” stand-up routine (almost all of how to be a man is just series of circumstances for gavin mcinnes to showcase his bad stand-up routines), the most visible woman in the audience just stares on in such a defeated, “why am I here” manner that she manages to be the only character to have any screen presence not defined by wanting to see them off the screen as soon as possible
artwork by hockyyy https://twitter.com/hockyyy
that kat dahlia lyric wheres she like “is it crazy that i say your name more times than i say my own?” no, not really. like. unless youre having to introduce yourself to ppl a lot or correct them mispronouncing it when they read your name tag why would you be saying your name all the time anyway.
( ps listen to klslwsk’s remix of crazy ive been jamming on it since seattle)
DJ Cammy Endless Summer
Mid-00s British kids swapping proto-nightcore ballads and last night’s jerry-rigged chipmunk bouncy techno edits via Bluetooth—bedroom hardcore, or school bus donk, constructed in small bedrooms in small flats, meant to be blasted on small PC speakers or cellphones, accompanied, maybe, by a small country’s worth of devotional MySpace and Bebo gif slideshows and a decade’s worth of compression. Heart to heart, dedication, devastation.
catch me at the gender doctors with a buncha heather mason printouts like “yo can you hook me up with this look”
yah true it was unethical and wrong of me to give over that much prime blog real estate to an unfunny hack xoxo