officialmillionaires:

The Weekend - MILLIONAIRES

DGAF ‘til I die.

chrismohney:

We’re so into each other and I just want to tease him a little bit. It’ll be hot.
Wonderful. Your naked pictures will end up on the internet.
Hah, no they won’t, he wouldn’t do that.
Yes, he would, and he will. Or someone else will.
Seems unlikely.
In fact, it’s mandatory.

1) Might does not make right; might makes, and there is no such thing as right.

2) It is wrong to suffer; suffering is the mark of a wrong person.

3) Glory is great.

4) Life has no inherent value.

5) The lesser yields to the greater.

It’s funny as I get older 65% of my female Facebook friends start showing off pictures of their fat husbands and fat babies, and the other 35% start showing more and more filtered and overexposed and artsy photos to hide the lines running from their nose to the corners of their mouth.

I suppose maybe the guys are doing something similar with their pics, I dunno, I can’t jerk off to those.

Monty & D'Skys - Feeling Your Love

comicallyvintage:

Great pulp era jobs for the smarter boy or girl No 47: Fantastic Pirate.

“Everyone knows that men are brutes driven by nothing but lust and greed and Lil’ Wayne choruses, incapable of any kind of self-reflection or change, and that women are just beautiful, mystical, malleable vessels that you pour your dreamcum into.”

The ‘90s are back, if I have to bring them back myself.

effects of Lexapro

I’ve become so much more confident. I work a room like wham. I flirt like Captain Kirk. I talk dirty like holy shit, like R. Lee Ermey’s audition tape, minutes solid without repeating myself. Which is great, because that’s practically the only way I can orgasm anymore. Even my reliable fetishes (girls wetting themselves or pissing outside, I think it’s the old flesh/spirit thing) don’t work anymore.

I drink straight liquor, which I never did before, like a lot of it, but I carry it well.

I black out sometimes or grey out and run on pure id and I’m quite charming to myself and others.

I fall asleep easily, have pettily realistic shallow dreams. Worthless sub sub sub us stuff and then I wake up and between the drunk and that it’s not clear what really went down.

My farts smell like pure evil, oh god.

I don’t have a cutoff level for sleep anymore. I’ll sleep 5 hours and pee, 8 hours and get a drink and slump back down, 10 hours and it’s a comfy bed, 12 hours and pee and holy shit I just slept 14 hours. I got into this for a long insomnia thing so maybe it’s just a large but finite deficit but let’s see.

Interstate - Lost Generation

My hair is now long enough to put in a ponytail, which I sometimes do. It looks good! Kinda Ryoji Kaji. So I bought some hair ties. They come in packs of 17. This pack is “Little Black Dress Colors (Couleurs Petite Robe Noire)”. Which is to say they’re black (noire).

Are fake celebrity nudes still a thing?

(Google: image: “emma watson’s tits”)

Yes!

Driven out of my apartment a few hours by fumigation. The SSRIs are losing effectiveness for under- or over-calibrating dosage or something, and the insomnia is coming back, so there’s that. At the cafe, watching street traffic.

It is a problem that cell phone earpieces only lately came into existence, because their new shininess totally disrupts the unity of the shabbier outfits of older people, whose wardrobe maybe came from a different decade but at least the same decade.

Amen UK - Passion (Triple J remix)

realbroad:

French Rooster by Romain de Tirtoff, aka Erté.

It is a well recorded universality that sexual techniques, perversities, and diseases are always attributed to some foreign nation. This persists here and us and today; consider how deep kissing is French and anal sex is Greek. In the early 20th century homosexuality was kind of Persian and Turkish, which were mostly the same things then.

If you want to know what your life means to yourself pay attention to what pop songs feel real, if you want to know what your life means to everyone else pay attention to what you’re being advertised.

God only knows what the song will be, but I like this art.

lifetreats:

Los Angeles, I love you.