The year of....

This year is the year of letting go, of understanding loss, grace, of the word "love" and being able to say "no". The year of humanity and humility. The year I broke open and dug out all the rot with my own two hands. The year I follow through with my dreams even if it seems to take baby steps. There is inspiration in so much and myself.  The year I smile at strangers and give out hugs. The year of being alone and learning just how much i like it. Explore. Dream. Discover.

digging it

Wednesday Adams anyone ?

so at some point in the last month i realized that i could go the rest of my life never wearing jeans or pants again. the next realization that followed after and very quickly was that i could also never use color. if well thought out and carefully planned i could just wear black dresses everyday and still look amazing. i wouldn't even have to put much effort into this. I would just have to only buy black dresses from now on and let time take care of the rest. by my estimation i would be successfully living my plan in 3 to 5 years.

i woke up today thinking about how much i miss you

fantastic

Hande Aydemir

gourmet curmudgeon

I am suffering an arrested development.

ITs Summer

 I just took a quiz online to rate if I am obsessed with chickens. I got a 7 out of 10. 
So below is a re-post from one of my favorite blogs ever, slutever.com. I felt like it was really worth mentioning and also never forgetting.

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I've heard so much conflicting information on g-spots (all women have them! some women have them! they're a myth!) that I don't know what to think. I've done some experimenting on my own, and I know where the spot (supposedly) is, and I've had guys do that thing where they crook their fingers inside me to try and stimulate it, but the only resulting feeling is the intense need to pee, and it never becomes pleasurable. Am I doing something wrong? HELP, I'm so annoyed! ~Anita


Yeah, same for me. I searched and searched, and had many people try to find it for me and fail. I even enlisted a girl friend of mine who is a g-spot advocate to try her finger-magic on me once in the bathroom of a TGIFridays, but that didn't work either. It's like solely by virtue of being women we are automatically cursed to spend our entire lives searching for a g-spot that will never appear. It's like Sisyphus pushing the rock up that stupid hill, or that weird snake who eats its own tail. Thus is the essence being a woman: a snake eating its own tail on repeat for eternity.But moving on: ta-da! I can now tell you for almost-100%-sure that the g-spot is in fact bogus, according to this scientific study from 2001 titled The G-spot: A Modern Gynecologic Myth. The study finds that despite common public belief in the g-spot (founded after the concept first appeared in a popular book on human sexuality in 1982), there isn't enough actual evidence to prove its existence. Dang, why are we all so gullible?! First Santa, then God, now this!

inspiration

Ongoing work by Emilie Lindsten.  These sketches and photographs are lovely too.

Give it time

Reggie Watts is not the reason I'm generally skeptical of anyone who wants to be the person in the room that everyone's laughing at

one of my favorites

I like gangsta bitches

Raw Paw is rAd

raw paw is a zine consisting of poetry, photography, graphic art, social commentary, band content, videos and other stuff created by artists from the austin area.

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