i wanna practice kissing with u plz
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pecked by the seagulls, hanging from the gallows, swinging in the breeze, dripping something on the street…
happy spring
I have kinda a thing about polar bears. That they are my favorite ever, to be specific.
(via moonlight-monster)
“Is your blog called Blogging Molly?”
Delusions [Dreams] of Grandeur [Idiocy]
I am a very loyal friend. How loyal, you may be wondering at this very moment. Let me give you an example of how loyal, fair stranger:
I just awoke from a dream in which my friend Max was applying for a job and the hiring manager turned him down, so, naturally, I went to said manager’s house (a house in NYC?). I proceeded to knock on this man’s door a LOT (the door was green in case you were wondering), and when he answered, I sassily half-screamed, “Hey, SCHMUCK! You’re a real idiot for not hiring my friend and I’ll just bet your business fails,” and my friend was on the lawn facepalming and mouthing “I’m so sorry” at the schmucky manager. When I had said my piece (which was very eloquent but also very sassy in my pathetic dream-ego) I sauntered off and felt satisfied, then awoke with a jolt of weird righteous anger, and being very, very cold (physically) in the cryogenic lab that is my bedroom (see you in 2078, Mayan doubters!).
In closing, I think the Hasids are rubbing off on me. Really? “Schmuck?”
Replacing Rape Culture with Consent Culture
I came across this article on Twitter and it Resonated With Me. Very well-written, and the content is relevant to all (yep, ALL) people.
I’m getting all self-righteous again
I don’t want to be all preachy about it, and god knows I can be a real bitch sometimes (read: often), but consciously making a choice to mock someone* for the entertainment of others is a little fucked up, right?
NOW, on to the *, I am not referring to people like Newt Gingrich, who put themselves in mockable situations with their actions and choices. I’m talking making fun of someone for having bad skin or coming from poverty (or in some circles, wealth) or other circumstances he or she can’t control. That kind of hurtfulness makes me feel a little ill. I know this is largely a matter of subjectivity, and I’m sure that my stance is not a popular one, but I guess I just feel like if you’ve gotta mock someone (and we all do, admit it), why not mock the traits of the man who divorces his ailing wife, or ignores his colleague raping children, rather than (gasp, dare I say it) someone’s acne or thyroid problem. Just putting it out there. (Sorry.)
My dream is to live in Detroit. More on this later.
“Don’t you know, this world is such a lonely place
So devoid of love that God could not replace”
“Let me ask you this: A guy breaks into your house, but you don’t have a gun. How are you going to shoot him?”
