when “”“”educated”“”” people type a whole lot of words that mean basically nothing and u feel stupid for not understanding them at first and then u reread it and realise NO they are literally saying nothing they are just typing meaningless sentences to revel in their own smugness.
And OMG sooooo many self-published books… I’m contractually not allowed to say. But OMG. People, writing is REALLY SO MUCH HARDER THAN YOU THINK. Please, for the love of all monkeys, PLEASE STOP.
how are hairy legs an impediment to have sex
what kind of sex are u having that requires 100% shaved legs friend
Foreplay is actually more challenging… kissing your way up a hairy thigh feels weird for both of you. @spacestepmom may be having very unstupendous uninteresting sex
if hair on legs kills ur weak ass foreplay game u were probs never good at it to begin with lmfao
I don’t always have incredibly smooth legs. In fact, I get lazy and don’t shave a lot in the winter. And I am living proof that hairy legs =/= unstupendous uninteresting sex, let me tell you. I have stories that could put Anaïs Nin to shame.
Siblings and Tumblr
Hemingway goes up to the counter and orders one espresso. It’s hot. He drinks it in silence. It makes him remember his father’s cabin. He thinks about the woman he loved once. He does not smile. The coffee reminds him of war - short but painful, swallowed down quickly. One could order worse drinks. He leaves Starbucks and walks out into the rain.
These sentences are far too short and did not mention masculinity nor hunting.
He covered that in the subtext, Tinu. Did you not read “Hills Like White Elephants”?
OH MY GOD[x]
How big was he writing it? Eleven hours is a long fucking time to write eight letters and punctuation. That’s less than one character per hour. Even given a lot of false starts and spelling mistakes, it shouldn’t have been tiring. Was he carving it into a cliff face or something?
Sheesh. When they talk about writing going downhill, I never thought it would be so literal.
I’m really emotional about this:
The protestors in Hong Kong’s “Umbrella Revolution” have begun to use “Do You Hear the People Sing?” as their anthem, and it’s just really striking that the message and music from Les Mis are so transcendental even 200 years after the events.
It’s almost like there’s solidarity across the time gap. Powerful.
Except that the musical was only 30 years ago, not 200. And the book was written after the events, too, and it was a failed revolution in the end. So it’s actually kind of, er, worrying. “‘Do you hear the people sing? …Empty chairs at empty tables, where my friends are dead and gone…’ wait, who picked this show??”
being best friends with a guy is extremely stressful tbh.
I am fucking dying
So after people are all done laughing at…whatever it is that’s funny here…
What DO you think “some chick wants when she licks your asshole”? You think she does it because she likes the smell or taste of shit? You think she’s going to be turned off by the smell of soap? So all the stuff about people licking fingers, kissing them, etc., that doesn’t happen, right? And if someone is licking an asshole, and she LIKES the smell and taste of shit, do you think that is a safe thing for her to lick? I mean, if eating human excrement was so safe, why’d we go to all that bother about sewer systems?
And honest to God, do you really think there is something wrong with USING SOAP to WASH YOURSELF?? Do you really and truly think that using hand soap on, like, your face is a bad thing? Do you think your face will fall off? Granted, it’s antibacterial which is pretty awful, because it helps to breed supergerms, but I’m pretty sure that’s going to be a losing argument with you.
Clearly, this is not a six-year-old boy who is still learning not to use toothpaste as shampoo. I suspect this is not the first time he will have washed himself using soap. The situation suggests that he washes himself so regularly that he grabbed a bottle out of habit, as if it were a novel occurrence he would have read the name on the bottle. As he says, “I use it all the time.”
If you are going to obsess over your textmate’s choice of soap, your OCD and control issues are already quite far down the Unhealthy Highway and breaking speed limits as they go. I would also suggest that if you are really suggesting that in the next fifteen minutes, your friend is likely to have a female licking his ass, and yet he’s texting you, there are other issues to worry about. And why did you jump to sex as a main issue here, anyway? Would you suggest a peppermint oil enema, maybe? Do you really think that rimming is the top priority? Why are you so certain anyone smelling his ass is going to be put off by the smell of soap?
What the hell kind of world do you live in?