That is a horror that may never again be recreated.

Holy shit


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I woke up in possibly the world’s worst mood.

Okay, so I “quit” smoking. My roommate did me a solid and bought me one of those newfangled vapor/electronic cigarette things. Five bucks every two weeks to replace the fluid in it beats the shit out of five or six bucks every single day for a pack of smokes. Wellllll, I’m like, almost out of fluid (it didn’t last me two weeks; it barely lasted me one), and the only place I can get more is the fucking flea market and it’s raining and my roommate (the only one with a car) is at a buddy’s house and fixin’ to go out of town. LONG STORY SHORT: I see nic-fits of hellish proportions and spending my rent money on cigarettes in my VERY near future.

Also, my dog is sick (nothing major, just an upset tummy), Jennifer’s dog chewed up one of my favorite pairs of panties, and her cat is in heat and therefore is the most annoyingly affectionate creature on the face of the earth as of this moment. It’s cute getting head boops from her but it’s mildly disturbing that she’s acting this way only because she wants to get it in.

AND THEN: I feel like people have been consistently blowing me off for the past like, week.

Oh, and I’m sorry for the lack of posts lately. Job hunting is a stressful task that leaves me both hopeful and utterly stressed out.

Anyway, I needed to vent a little. I’m hoping letting off a little steam prevents me from going absolutely postal later on today. …I’m still not entirely hopeful that that isn’t going to happen.


he asked for a blowjob and i blew him away with the word of the lord

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It’s weird that I’m a hairless, talking ape with custom crystals suspended in front of my eyes so I can see, and I live with a tiny panther who just accepts me as a part of the world around him and attempts to interact with me despite the fact that he doesn’t understand my language and I don’t understand his

somebody’s stoned

I do approximately no drugs


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Title: Killing Loneliness Artist: HIM 928 plays


With the warmth of your arms you saved me. I’m killing loneliness with you…

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Danzig- Mother

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How to wear a knife strapped to your thigh with a garter like a fucking lady while managing not to slice yourself open because you were fool enough to carry an unsheathed weapon next to a squishy part of your body that moves when you walk.

  1. Get a garter from somewhere; this one is a sock garter from Sock Dreams, which means it’s made to stay the fuck up there.
  2. Get a fucking sheath for those sharp, pointy things and put them in the sheath. There’ll be a velcro loop at the top so that they won’t slide out if you hold the sheath upside down.
  3. Put the garter through the loop at the top meant for whatever you’re using to attach it to yourself. Attach it to yourself, adjusting for ease of grabbing. You don’t want to put it on your inner thigh because that is awkward as hell to get out. The only way you’d be able to get it out in a timely manner is if you attached the sheath upside down, at which point you’d need two garters to keep the sheath from tilting inward toward your other thigh.
  4. Oh no, now the sheath is hanging loosely and is going to make a weird pattern against your clothing. Tuck that shit into your stockings if you’re wearing them, or use another garter if you’re not.
  5. Pull your pencil skirt back down over the knife sheath. Adjust accordingly due to tightness of skirt and shape of sheath. Make sure you can get at it as quick as you want.
  6. People look at you really strangely if this is the knife you pull out when you want to cut your apple up.

Vital Information for your Everyday Life.

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You mean something to me
that I can’t define,
but it makes me crave your voice,
and your hands,
It leaves me sleepless at night
with you on my mind.



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America… 1958 Cadillac Sedan deVille

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