#saintlaruent

[drowsydrunk]

moodboard: scorpio moon                     

(I can only connect deeply or not at all)

[petrorhagia]

estp: the promoter

time is jealous of you, and wars against your lilies and your roses.

[liaability]

Men always say that as the defining compliment, don’t they? She’s a cool girl. Being the Cool Girl means I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex, and jams hot dogs and hamburgers into her mouth like she’s hosting the world’s biggest culinary gang bang while somehow maintaining a size 2, because Cool Girls are above all hot. Hot and understanding. Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. Go ahead, shit on me, I don’t mind, I’m the Cool Girl. Men actually think this girl exists. Maybe they’re fooled because so many women are willing to pretend to be this girl. For a long time Cool Girl offended me. I used to see men – friends, coworkers, strangers – giddy over these awful pretender women, and I’d want to sit these men down and calmly say: You are not dating a woman, you are dating a woman who has watched too many movies written by socially awkward men who’d like to believe that this kind of woman exists and might kiss them. I’d want to grab the poor guy by his lapels or messenger bag and say: The bitch doesn’t really love chili dogs that much – no one loves chili dogs that much! And the Cool Girls are even more pathetic: They’re not even pretending to be the woman they want to be, they’re pretending to be the woman a man wants them to be. Oh, and if you’re not a Cool Girl, I beg you not to believe that your man doesn’t want the Cool Girl. It may be a slightly different version – maybe he’s a vegetarian, so Cool Girl loves seitan and is great with dogs; or maybe he’s a hipster artist, so Cool Girl is a tattooed, bespectacled nerd who loves comics. There are variations to the window dressing, but believe me, he wants Cool Girl, who is basically the girl who likes every fucking thing he likes and doesn’t ever complain. (How do you know you’re not Cool Girl? Because he says things like: “I like strong women.” If he says that to you, he will at some point fuck someone else. Because “I like strong women” is code for “I hate strong women.”)

[fahey]

queue filled, selfies posted, annie out

[fahey]

here it is upon request, welcome to the nostalgia network. do you miss the multitude of networks from last summer? do you miss your tumblr friends and mutual sinning? are you sentimental and longing for it all again? well then this net is for you!

what you need to do: - mbf annie, syd and emily - reblog this post - fill out this short application

what you’ll get: - a spot on our members page  - a fun and nostalgic group chat - a close group of tumblr friends (we miss those days) - the tag #nostalgianw to share anything you want

additional info - ends on the 14/15th of july - we will pick 15-20 members - track #nostalgianw for any updates

[liaability]

vote for my next playlist series!

the poll is here & submit suggestions if u have any!

[granteire]

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