SLEEP WELL.
December 2011
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eclectic tastes welcome! show me some good music.
RYAN GOSLING STAGEDIVING AT THE AMERICAN NIGHTMARE REUNION.
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“I am my own God. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state and our education system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.”
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Charles Bukowski (via girlwiththefro)
“We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.”
beautiful quote.
“Anything we don’t like about ourselves, we have to declare war on it. It’s the only metaphor we have in our public discourse for solving a problem. We’ve got a war on poverty, the war on crime, the war on litter, the war on cancer, the war on drugs, but do you ever notice, there’s no war on homelessness, is there? You know why? There’s no money in that problem.”
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George Carlin (via freudinflop)
on my list of this to do after i graduate is work for a charity that supports homeless people.
along with learn german and go and live in Germany, because i fucking love that country.
“when i was 16, i had a fake i.d. and decided to go to a gay bar by myself because some friends bailed on me. while there, an older gentleman bought me a drink. he wasn’t a creeper, and he definitely wasn’t unattractive. i accepted the drink and began talking to him. no big deal. as the hour progressed, i felt myself feeling strange. i mentioned that i felt like i had a headache, and this guy helped guide me out of the bar. as we were walking down the street, the thought of, “oh god, he’s drugged me. i’m going to die” came to my head. i tried to get away, but i was so drugged up that i could barely walk, let alone speak. it also didn’t help that i had really large “goth” platform because i was going through a phase. anyway, so this guy brought me to his suv and began undressing me. as a final act of defiance, i hit him over the head with my platform shoe. he then punched me, and i remember thinking, “why don’t they ever give workshops to gay guys about being victims of rape too?” while i was as careful as possible, i never saw the guy slip something in the drink. i even watched the bar tender make the drink. anyway, i lied there completely paralyzed while this pervert was lubing up. i locked eyes with his for a moment, and that’s when it happened. a very large and angry drag queen opened the door of the vehicle and beat the shit out of my attempted rapist. she and her other drag friends helped dress and care for me while the police arrived. i was saved by a group guardian drag queens. they were basically the modern day “angels from heaven.”
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Best fucking story ever.
“i was saved by a group of guardian drag queens.”
My life is complete.
(via mizujosh)
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