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shejira:misplacedjoanofarc:retrogasm: Anita Ekberg

I’m going to spend the rest of 2010 trying to bring the word SASSY back.

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I think once you’ve gotten to the point where you are considering brackets inside of parenthesis, it is time to reevaluate the bit. How important is it that we know this one thing (but also this other thing that is related, but not related enough to frolic is the rest of the paragraph like real writing {essentially a sign to the editor that all of this can be struck because nested levels of parenthetical statements? Self-indulgent.}) about a point which by now you have all forgotten.

Use a dash in place of an ellipsis. I don’t know if this springs from the limited range of uses for the punctuation itself, or if I am predisposed against the ellipsis because of the people who use it: bad writers who want to lend their writing ersatz gravitas. To make themselves feel… I don’t know… successful? At this thing they are sucking at? A little like stream of consciousness for the terminally ignorant? I confess I have done this in the past… my thoughts and revelations coming in waves… no thought ever really completed… all of them feeding into the patchwork of my emotional torpor… if you will excuse me… I must walk… into the ocean…

An ellipsis can create expectancy, if you haven’t seen it misused enough times to convince you it is bad punctuation. It is usually a terrible idea, anyway.

I hear the ticking of the clock
I’m lying here, the room’s pitch dark
I wonder where you are tonight
No answer on the telephone
And the night goes by so very slow
Oh I hope that it won’t end though
Alone

Till now I always got by on my own
I never really cared until I met you
And now it chills me to the bone
How do I get you alone
How do I get you alone

You don’t know how long I have wanted 
to touch your lips and hold you tight
You don’t know how long I have waited
and I was going to tell you tonight
But the secret is still my own
and my love for you is still unknown
Alone

Till now I always got by on my own
I never really cared until I met you
And now it chills me to the bone
How do I get you alone
How do I get you alone
Alone
Alone

bontoms:lucienneff: Vladimir Ivanov Vogue China Magazine “Match Print” by Alexi Lubormiski- I900

I want a sofa in this material.

via greenglasslove

Please temper your sentimentality. 

I’m not trying to be some sort of proscriptive emotional ogre trying to tell you how to interpret your own life. But all of this devotion, all of this fervor, this constant allusion to the one, finding the one, the one person romantically engineered by the cosmos for you and only you is self-defeating. And it is bullshit. There are about a bajillion people out there you could be happy with, ESPECIALLY if you are straight. If you are reading this right now, you and I could probably move in together and get along pretty well. If you’re gay, BONUS!

 There is something to be said for realizing that pair-bonding is an important part of life, looking for someone that makes you laugh and listens to you when you speak, and not waiting around forever for something better. If you go into this with open eyes, you won’t feel so fucked up by it later.

via ifonlytony, coitusmagazine

Porn.

And I’ll tell you why. Look at that look in their eyes. You can almost feel the fuck about to happen, the way you feel a room start to get colder. I’ve been around people who look at each other like that and NOT heeded the warnings and things. got. weird.

Incidentally, my secret wish is to sneak this picture, which is totally SFW and tasteful, into a Christian Living Magazine, under the caption “Some boys like to play dress up. Some boys like to dress up like Elton John.”