Nick Offerman Reads Tweets From Young Female Celebrities Vol. 8
LIY: a 1987 domesticated housecat. Tumblr since '08, made fuckyeahreading! in April 2009. Writes & sleeps in a bedroom of books in Southeast Asia while clock ticks down to next adventure. 70% reblog posts. Say hi or something.
COMFORTABLE WITH: books, travelling light, bird's eye chilli, profanity
NERVOUS ABOUT: cubicles, crowds, tablecloths, infants, fashion
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Two-face from DC Comics
By Meagan Marie
Impressive makeup work!
OH MY GOD
This is brilliant. This woman is my hero.
O. M. G
Now that the numbers are in on same-sex marriage, many Republicans are falling like dominos all over themselves to express their support for something that only a few months ago they steadfastly claimed to stand against. They’ll probably soon claim that this is how they felt all along, and they were simply too hamstrung by politics to be able to say what they really meant. Well, okay. In the spirit of openheartedness and what life is really all about, I’ll go so far as to say that the fear of others may mask some deep-seated desire to understand, and maybe even to love. Because really, what is there to be afraid of?
A moment of silence for all the times we drew people with arms behind their back to avoid having to draw the hands.
I really tried to scroll past this, the denial was eating me alive though.
This post is my life.
It’s time I finally came clean
from 5word donation by: Shmz.tumblr.com. Cheated a bit and used a variation of ‘ruffles’, forgive me!
We purge, we brawl,
Let the teeth of their traps snap empty, we call
Bull to the obscene of the crime, cause we’re kind past the table,
Forget their feathers ruffling grey to nothing, we snowball
past to dispel all whispers internecine!
Intertwined we are, steadfast our compass
How difficult now to intervene!
Please donate five words for my daily freewrite? Yesterday over Facebook chat came in these: quandary, madness, throw, saliva, match. Any for me from Tumblr?
A palm of charcoal with oxygen to spare,
Your volatile hand holds a map to my air—
While trading love and thirst, our
atom exchange hits a quandary
Can we admit saliva and spit won’t cut it?
Or do we combust this madness,
fucking throw a match at it
“I did absolutely nothing to be born in this skin […] Since nobody can nor seems to want to amend that part of the constitution, I can only refuse its ramifications.” - Alia Ali, May 6