“Stereotypes may actually have some general statistical accuracy. The trouble is that the stereotype converts a statistical tendency to absolute certainty. We react as though we expect all members of the stereotype to be that way all the time or most of the time.”—Sociological Images: A Theater Full Of Bikers (via themuckofages)
I literally need to lay down in fields of roses and stare at your face for hours
I am Rihanna in the Rihanna video so I need to wear fancy clothes and blow cigarette smoke into your mouth
Get the fuck away from me! I’m sick of you! I’m going to throw this vase!
We can never be in the same room you insufferable love wench
I have stared at you technically for years and have never uttered a word to you
Why are we in high school and you always have the kind of girlfriend who only wears pants that say Juicy on her butt?? Why do you never ask me to winter formal? Don’t we eat McDonald’s in your parent’s Range Rover and isn’t that what love is?
We’re in college so we hold each other in dorm common rooms and probably play a lot of N64 and never leave each other’s side till we turn into rotting mulch
You make me feel like a beautiful giggle pile
or a dumbass
this is nice hope I don’t fuck it up or you don’t go away I’m always worried
let’s both fuck it up especially me with my WALLS AND ATTITUDE
Hey, there’s always the bartender who also liked that movie
or the guy on the subway who was reading your favorite book
or any human where you had a moment where you’re like ‘oh I guess as humans we are all connected with the common knowledge that we really think All Dogs Go To Heaven’
It’s not unrequited I JUST NEVER TOLD HIM
The WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN
That guy from eight million years ago you might need to eventually put a hit on
You’re a celebrity I guess you don’t know who I am, but I’m an Aquarius we’d get along, right?
I daydream about you
WORSE I night dream about you
Mark Darcy loves you exactly the way you are
I enjoy you exactly the way you are
except when you don’t text me or are busy and stuff
The first two weeks kind of love
The last two weeks end of love
This sandwich comes with AVOCADO are you fucking even joking right now at me
If there was a plane and you were getting on it I would not chase it
If there was a plane and you were getting on it I would ‘shoot you a text’ that’s like ‘call me when you land’
If there was a plane and you were getting on it I would literally climb the plane like that Twilight Zone Episode to tell you how much I want to be with you and then would maybe get arrested
First ten minutes of Up
The whole Twilight except vampires aren’t real, so just the kind of girls who would generally fantasize about a dead guy that wants to also kill them
I can’t stop listening to this Mariah Carey song without being filled with longing
I can’t stop listening to Fiona Apple OH GOD that must have went wrong, huh?
Mom, I think you are so nice for making me a breakfast sandwich when I visit home
That Backstreet Boys Song ‘I don’t care WHO YOU ARE AS LONG AS YOU LOVE ME’ and you’re like jeez—can’t you take that down a notch, desperado?
Brunch will never leave me
And the cute waiter who is vaguely paid to flirt with you
The old couple shuffling around in their shoes and they were probably in love during WORLD WAR TWO
Ben Affleck’s intense love for Boston and other geographical loves
The ride back to your apartment when you appreciate your life because you stared at the skyline or some shit
I hope you love yourself, I think you should love yourself you’re kind of cute
The person who you know isn’t there you just haven’t met yet
PUPPY PUPPY you have done NOTHING wrong to me puppy let me love you puppy
Love requiring only 30 bottles of wine a day to keep its fire going
The kind where I’m cool with you having smelly feet and you’re okay with me picking my teeth at the table
Let’s just eat food and lay around in bed all day without accomplishing anything
There are thousands of butterflies that are released in my stomach and I can’t control them where do they GO when they die
A slowly dying, starving love that is going nowhere but let’s just hold onto this legless creature and see if it fuckin’ walks
The best kind of stuff, the real good stuff that could make you the kind of person who isn’t a shithead and all that good handsy stuff
Sure, I’d quit smoking for you
Sure, I’d smoke 3 packs a day out your window and talk about literature
We can spend hours talking about music
No, I don’t give a fuck about your music
You may touch my body
You may touch my soul
I know about your whole life and where you had your first burp and stuff
You’re just the mysterious guy who has 3 year old milk in his freezer and is a band aren’t you? I love this because this is weird
You are allowed to see me without mascara, good luck with that PAL
I probably wear mascara to bed so you can’t see the TRUTH
Text constantly about meal choices and all day every day JEEZ get some space
Hit your head forever against a wall until it breaks through this person is so frustrating
Oh you still talk with your ex? Maybe I should just get some baggage to compete with your baggage but I’m a CLEAN SLATE YOU FUCK
stay up till sunrise and sharing a stupid story like ‘oh yeah, when I was sixteen I used to read Catcher in The Rye to my dead grandmother’s grave’ and thinking this means you know everything about each other
wear each other’s sweatshirts and start to look like this weird Siamese duo that has the same side bangs or whatever
All your friends can’t stop swooning about you
All your friends want you to die in a pit of hellfire
Why don’t we travel to EUROPE or some shit
Let’s never leave this couch
Let’s talk about our TRAVELING DREAMS, at least
The transitory “there are so many things in my life that are changing” relationship
Oh, we’re in the same place. That’s kind of nice, isn’t it?
people taking so many Polaroids of you because you both have attractive wardrobes and who knows, maybe this pic will get on ‘the ole Tumblr’
have a ‘restaurant’ you go to and do that kind of stare at each other over Chinese wontons that I was pretty sure was in Eternal Sunshine. Feed each other with chopsticks or berate each other for not knowing how to use chopsticks.
The time passer
my best friend and I sleep in the same bed my best friend and I drink coffee together oh hark! Best friend love!
Maybe the citizens of tiny Sedgwick on the Maine coast were listening to the calls of Dave Milano, Ken Conrad, and others for more trust and community, and less rigid one-size-fits-all food regulation.
On Friday evening, they became perhaps the first locale in the country to pass a “Food Sovereignty” law. It’s the proposed ordinance I first described last fall, when I introduced the “Five Musketeers”, a group of farmers and consumers intent on pushing back against overly aggressive agriculture regulators. The regulators were interfering with farmers who, for example, took chickens to a neighbor for slaughtering, or who sold raw milk directly to consumers.
The proposed ordinance was one of 78 being considered at the Sedgwick town meeting, that New England institution that has stood the test of time, allowing all of a town’s citizens to vote yea or nay on proposals to spend their tax money and, in this case, enact potentially far-reaching laws with national implications. They’ve been holding these meetings in the Sedgwick town hall (pictured above) since 1794. At Friday’s meeting, about 120 citizens raised their hands in unanimous approval of the ordinance.
Citing America’s Declaration of Independence and the Maine Constitution, the ordinance proposed that “Sedgwick citizens possess the right to produce, process, sell, purchase, and consume local foods of their choosing.” These would include raw milk and other dairy products and locally slaughtered meats, among other items.
This isn’t just a declaration of preference. The proposed warrant added, “It shall be unlawful for any law or regulation adopted by the state or federal government to interfere with the rights recognized by this Ordinance.” In other words, no state licensing requirements prohibiting certain farms from selling dairy products or producing their own chickens for sale to other citizens in the town.
“This is the Good Man Project, and as I’ve said a time or nine, I think the opposite of ‘man’ is not ‘woman’, but ‘boy.’ At the heart of the reason I joined GMP was because I believe we live in a culture where too few adult males assert the grown-up virtues of self-control, responsibility, and manifested empathy. Being ‘manly’ is less about traditional machismo than it is about what the Apostle Paul calls the putting away of childish things. And one of those childish things adult men put away is the need to deflect, belittle, or exaggerate women’s anger.”—Hugo Schwyzer, Why I Resigned from The Good Men Project, December 21, 2011 (via finalgirldom)
Maybe it’s because I go outside once in a while, occasionally interact with human beings and have sex with real people, but I don’t give a fuck about your “new theme” and I will not “go on anon” and ask questions I am otherwise “too embarrassed” to ask.
While driving today, I was thinking about what I look for in a man. The main thing is really honesty. A lot of other traits fall under that - maturity, commitment - but basically, just be honest about how you’re feeling. Looks-wise, I really like guys with beards.
Then I LOLed when I realized my description of a perfect man is pretty much Abraham Lincoln.