I'm just a guy with pens. Sometimes I tumbl things, these are those things.
Fucking Yahoo!!1
That’s only one exclamation mark, not two. Really, who has an exclamation mark at the end of their business’ name? ↩
Let it be know that on the fourteenth of May twenty-thousand-and-thirteen in the years of our Toffer, that two liberal men of thought understood their sexuality completely, for at least a moment.
John Gabriel’s Greater Internet Fuckwad Theory is incorrect and has been proven so by Facebook. My theory is as follows: Person + Ability to respond to something immediately without seeing the other person’s reaction in real time = Total Fuckwad. The audience component can exaggerate the Fuckwadity, but is not necessary for a person to be a total fuckwad.
#nailart
This is beautiful. As you can see this artist is taking a destructionist view towards her art as a counter statement, no, a manifesto against the perfection expected of young nail polish wearers. Sorry, I mean nail polish wearers. I didn’t mean to be ageist. Back to the point. This destructionist manifesto of imperfection is beautiful because it sends the positive message of, “Hey, I may not be perfect, but dammit at least I put on some goddamn fingernail polish so I’m not a fucking animal.” This explicit message must be heard and like the glitter on the standout pop-nail, must not be forgotten.
Her: I love you, but right now I’m cheating on you… I’m sleeping in someone else’s arms… My bed.
Me: I love you so damn much. We can work through this.
Her: It’s been going on since before I met you. I’m sorry baby, but it’s me and my bed or nothing.
Me: That’s okay, I can accept you both.
Her: I’ve been bedsexual since I was born. I didn’t choose it!
Me: But I have a secret too…
Her: A secret?
Me: 
Her: Wow. You complete me so much.
Me: How will we pick what bed to sleep on though? Or will we bump them together and let them be lovers too?
Her: You mean a bedsexual orgy? I’m down with it.
