i’ve been tooling around on mystery google for a bit (you search something, and it gives you the previous person’s search).
my favorite recent one is:
my search: SETTLE DOWN.
my result: give us back the unicorns you amish bastards!!
Josephine Stephenson and Agathe Peyrat - Postcards from Italy (Beirut cover)
WHY AM I NOT A TALENTED FRENCH GIRL?
really though, this cover is gorgeous.
i’m wearing a shirt that says VASSAR on it, and also a hoodie over it.
i unknowingly zipped up the hoodie to precisely the right level, so that my chest now says “ASS”.
heh.
(via fuckyeahsubs)
one of few times i’m okay with misspellings.
Christian rappers warn of the dangers of a full frontal hug.
This must be a joke.
GIMME THAT CHRISTIAN SIDE-HUG
I’M A RUFF RIDER FILLED UP WITH CHRIST LOVE(via)
we livin’ HOLY. it ain’t no THANG.
i feel weird.
as he is wont to do when our door is open.
i spent much of the first two months of college in his dorm room, since i developed a nearly immediate rapport with his roommate. the boy who occupied the other half of that room, the one invading MY space at that very moment, however, i treated with studied indifference bordering on overt dislike. he’s one of many of his kind: southern-california raised, white and jewish, yet is constantly blasting lil wayne and believing that his persian ethnicity gives him license to use racial slurs as terms of endearment that make everyone around him uncomfortable. mostly he’s just harmless, but i’ve found myself getting more and more annoyed by him as time goes on. as he gets more comfortable around me and my female friends who formerly frequented his room, he feels increasingly okay with talking about how much he hates his bitch of an ex, who wouldn’t even fuck him. so, yeah, little to no social graces. he’s also one of those enormously unpopular people who have no idea how disliked they are (think michael scott, here), which would be tragic if he weren’t so obnoxious. as such, he considers me a friend.
his roommate and i don’t get along as well anymore, mostly due to the fact that i fell in and out of like with him in the course of about six weeks, and what he did and did not have (a serious girlfriend and any idea of my affections, respectively) threw a damper on our friendship. he was getting annoying, too.
so anyway, he’s wandering into my room wearing his frat’s tee shirt (he belongs to the frat known for being uncool, but not the one known for being date-rapey, surprisingly enough), awkwardly trying to start a conversation while i’m typing on my laptop, trying to look engrossed.
him: hey! long time no talk!
me (not looking up): uh, yup. i’ve been working on school stuff. and i’m sick.
him: oh, bummer! you’re never in our room anymore. i miss you!
(my roommate stifles a laugh)
me: (motioning to laptop) i’ve actually really got to get this done by eight.
him: oh, okay! i’m going to go get dinner actually. my boys from home are here.
(i already knew this; there has been four times as much axe assaulting my nostrils as there usually is)
suggesting that i stop by his room more often, he leaves. finally. my roommate gets up and closes the door, and starts laughing again at my grateful look.
