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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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As I hear the deal so after a year plus a little more lovely boyfriend Christopher same bierbaum Kia he did the unthinkable and he basically dumped me this week I don't know that was an option hi believe in devotion I believe in character and integrity and sticking things through the bad times and the good times. I feel so manipulated and hurt. But that's what I get for falling in love with a street hustler in Palm Springs California.
Me when I Igo to a haunted house 😂😂
💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 I’m in tears
My favorite part of Halloween
I’m in tears fuck @blacc-divmond
HAHA BABY WATCH THIS RIGHT NOW “SO RUDE!” @c0l0rm3kat3
Im fucking crying 😂😭
"So Rude"!
I think I figured out how I'm going to die. It's going to be some horrible auto-erotic asphyxiation accident. I'm going to be found dead wearing a pink Chiffon wedding dress and fake eyelashes.
Best quote ever
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed- interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?
#woof # puppyplay #whoseagoodboy (at The Troubadour)
It’s been a week! A handful of goodbyes:
Homestuck came back, and then it went away forever.
Arden Cho is leaving Teen Wolf. Also her name is an anagram for “Anchored.” Neat.
After 57 years, Prince left the world better than it was when he arrived.
Speaking of national heroes:
Harriet Tubman is slated to appear on the new U.S. 20 dollar bill.
Beyoncé is making Lemonade and everyone is lining up for a dixie cup.
Adaptations are still going strong:
Ghost in the Shell casting so white it might actually be about a ghost.
The Jungle Book is a movie based on a book based on the jungle.
Not this one. (via @chicagohistorymuseum)
And finally, these:
Coachella happened and the people who were there will never forget it.
The 1990s happened and the people who were there will never let you forget it.
Clouds: it’s fog in the sky.
Some blogs:
A-na5 (@a-na5): Like M.C. Escher meets Atari’s Tempest.
Headless Women of Hollywood (@headlesswomenofhollywood): Dismantling the guillotine of objectification.
Check please (@omgcheckplease): A song of Hockey and Friendship.
Can you believe these two ran the country once?
He wasn’t afraid to be who he is. He expressed himself through music and fashion. He inspired generations. Prince June 7, 1958 - April 21, 2016 RIP
You were one of a kind.
#420 #partyplentyon420 (at Sunset Bronson Studios)
What's the rent?
youthsblood:
Jace didn’t even know where the fuck he was when he got the call, he just knows it took exactly two hours and thirty-five minutes to get to Beverly Hospital with the GPS spitting directions at him.
He knows he made a scene in the ER, but the haggard lady behind the desk was a goddamn blessing despite his panicked rudeness and generally disruptive behavior. He made his way to Ash’s room in a bloody haze, acid tears burning his face and legs heavy like a nightmare.
This is exactly what he was trying to prevent when he took off and lived out of his car for two days. And Ash called him the dumbass? He must have gone out to prove something right after that shitty phone call, high off his own self-righteousness and ready to prove how stupid and wrong Jace was. Well, fuck him.
He could almost believe (and honestly, what a relief it would be) that this was all some elaborate rue to coerce him into coming home, but Rose sounded…really fucked up on the phone, drained and scared and urgent.
He must have been underestimating Dick and his influence before, as impossibly as that seems, because the reality of Ash being seriously hurt, beaten to a pulp in close range–those are no ordinary thugs, no way. God, what has he gotten himself and his people into? But he can’t think about it now.
Jace finally skids into the room after almost bowling over two orderlies, and his knees almost give when he recognizes the pitiful figure in the bed. Hooked up to fucking IVs, yellow discoloration blooming across his visible skin, face wacked out on something–that can’t be Ash. It is.
He makes it the scant steps to his bed and buckles to be close to him, locking fingers with the hand he can reach and bringing it to his mouth, his own free hand sifting through Ash’s hair. Jace was so bitter and angry at him just minutes before, but he doesn’t feel any of that now. Just love, pounding in his ears, and a bloody wave of guilt. His fault, all of this.
“Baby, baby,” barely above a whisper, can’t find his voice, “Yes, I had to come back. What did they do to you?”
Of course, Ash should have known better than to think that he could try and be casual about this. He doesn’t want to make a big deal of this because he feels like a goddamn fool about it. he closes his eyes and turns his face up towards the ceiling when he feels the press of Jace’s lips to his hand.
He winces at the question. Obviously they beat the ever loving shit out of him. Eventually, he turns his head to look at Jace again. “Nothing that bad, Jace. It was my fault. I wasn’t being smart about it, is all.” He squirms as he looks at his IV, blowing out a breath.
He swallows hard, and it must be only in his imagination that he can still taste blood. The memory crashes over him even through the drug induced haze. he can feel it hot and metallic in his mouth. Can feel skin and muscle tear, teeth knock against bone. An animal, visceral kind of fear that spurs on the brutality. And great, he has to close his eyes again because they’re burning.
“Turns out me and Rowan’s…boyfriend were chasing the same lead.” Now, Ash is an idiot, but he’s not an idiot. He knows the implications of that, but he’s going to pretend he doesn’t for now. He’s too tired to deal with that. When he can walk, he’ll reconcile all that in his head. He’s allowed another twenty four hours to wallow, right?
He rips the lid off another cup of pudding angrily. “Shouldn’t even have known I was there, Jesus. Wasn’t even that fucking close,” he explains. “I was kinda sniffing out the area I had tracked him to. As a goddamn wolf in the goddamn dead of night. I should have been able to handle it.”
Good read
Viewer (you): why do you have an ise pack on your bum? Me: because i had to get a shot. You: do you always wear a jock strap to the doctor? Me:.......🤔 (at Jeffrey Goodman Special Care Clinic)
WTF seriously
Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield, upon which your reason and your judgment wage war against passion and your appetite. Would that I could be the peacemaker in your soul, that I might turn the discord and the rivalry of your elements into oneness and melody. But how shall I, unless you yourselves be also the peacemakers, nay, the lovers of all your elements? Your reason and your passion are the rudder and the sails of your seafaring soul. If either your sails or our rudder be broken, you can but toss and drift, or else be held at a standstill in mid-seas. For reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to its own destruction. Therefore let your soul exalt your reason to the height of passion; that it may sing; And let it direct your passion with reason, that your passion may live through its own daily resurrection, and like the phoenix rise above its own ashes. I would have you consider your judgment and your appetite even as you would two loved guests in your house. Surely you would not honour one guest above the other; for he who is more mindful of one loses the love and the faith of both. Among the hills, when you sit in the cool shade of the white poplars, sharing the peace and serenity of distant fields and meadows - then let your heart say in silence, "God rests in reason." And when the storm comes, and the mighty wind shakes the forest, and thunder and lightning proclaim the majesty of the sky, - then let your heart say in awe, "God moves in passion." And since you are a breath In God's sphere, and a leaf in God's forest, you too should rest in reason and move in passion.
The Profit
Kahlil Gibron
MMmmMMMmmmm (this is unfinished, yet relevant to the next post)
So, I was enjoying a night of passion with my new beau to be. The smells, tastes, feelings (both psychomotional and physical), it was very intoxicating. The marijuana we smoked earlier was intoxicating as well. As we squeezed and stroked and pumped and engaged in some very passionate kissing I had a temporary removal from the scene. I became an observer. A painter watching himself paint. As I observed, the biggest thing that stood out to me was....the expressions. The visual facial cues that were being thrown out. Gratefully I could’t see my own face. I can only imagine that I resembled something between a male chimpanzee and Britney Spears in 2007. Now, his (I say “his” to protect the innocent...or in this case, the not-so-innocent), his expressions can only be described as primal, raw, unrehearsed. This awareness continued on through the night. The sounds we made while eating ice cream (I had mango sorbet and he was eating B & J toffee candy crunch)...MMmmMMMmmmm*. The awkward snorts, and groans, and giggles.
All of these outwardly forms of primal communications got me thinking.... What’s the use? Why do we as Homo-Sapien-Sapiens give so many variable cues? Expressions, body posturing or positioning, Most are familiar with the “six primary emotions”-these are the most studied emotions in Pshcho-schools across the United States (ask any psychologist): happiness, surprise, anger, sadness, fear, and disgust. But are there really enough words to describe all of the emotions? What is the emotion attached to the feeling you get when your partner gently blows on your nipple and the effect you experience is a shutter radiating from that spot, through your body, bouncing off of the inside of your toes only to reverb back to the spot of origin...what is the feeling. Sure we could plug “happy or surprise” in here, but let’s think deeper...elation? affinity? limerence? (there is a search tool somewhere very close on this screen). What about passion, submission, fear? Yes sex can be a bit scary, especially when the involved parties have mentally and emotionally agreed to a subconscious contract of unhibitiotion. I have scared myself.
<purpose of expressive emotions>
<personal thoughts-Go For It>
*My attempt to transcribe inflections are elementary at best.
Kahlil Gibron-Love
And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said: When love beckons to you follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him, Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth. Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself. He threshes you to make you naked. He sifts you to free you from your husks. He grinds you to whiteness. He kneads you until you are pliant; And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast. All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart. But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure, Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor, Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love. When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, I am in the heart of God." And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself. But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving; To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy; To return home at eventide with gratitude; And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
#suprisebyphone #veryfirsthashtag (at Koreatown Plaza)
