the Clash - Julie’s been working for the drug squad
listening to Give ‘em Enough Rope this morning is like hanging out with past love. totally passionate. the kind that had burnt out only because it was so intense. no bitterness, no melancholy. the kind that you’re still totally in love with, but at a safe distance.
fuck (but not actually).
to catch them is my real test, to train them is my cause
pokemon as a metaphor for dudes/dating is already starting to concern me.
so Will totally brought me a new man ♥ ♥
… and just as I had given up hope of finding a nice, skinny indie boyfriend. (note: sleazy, come-hither wink.)
it’s like every person in the world is either bearded, or smoking.
I feel hard. or thoroughly. s’why being mad pomo mofo is so fucking ironic. agency in thought, or reality in feeling—whatever—it’s my construct. I’m not down. but lately, I can’t get past the poetics.
it’s revolting: my poetry is revolting. I drown in poetry.
s u b v e r s i o n s s s s s s . lately, I want to be fascinated.
is it really all that much to hope for a sweet, aesthetically-discerning dude with amazing hair, an interest in philosophy and, like, face paint?
speep, Oliver (2011)
Mimi totally drew me a new boyfriend.
Anonymous asked: hello! I'm tall and good at things. come in my tardis and have adventures? I also like animals, so we could go to the zoo? or a dinosaur museum.
this is the greatest ask ever.