arefugazibacktogetheryet:

Day #107

Fugazi are not yet back together.

(via passengersong)

Thanks For The Nicotine And Regret

A Memoir.

A very merry Saturday to you, tumblies.

I’m going to spend it celebrating a good friend of mine’s birthday in (what I consider to be) style. The mean old skinhead down the street whistled at me when he biked past, so I must be doing something right.

Pictured are my dumb face, my dumb dress and my dumb shoes. 

You don’t care. I love you anyways.

There’s a special place in hell for people who pull the “I’m Sorry You’re Upset” line.

Next to child molesters, and people who talk in the theater.

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Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out-Richard Siken

This Morning Has Sucked, So Of Course I Started Talking to God

Which basically involves me yelling at the ceiling, except shit got so fucking hilariously terrible this morning that I ended up sitting on the floor, covered in tears and this weird glittery powder screaming,

“YOU ARE A DICK. YOU ARE A HUGE DICK. A LARGE BLACK PHALLUS AND I DON’T KNOW WHAT I’VE DONE TO DESERVE ALL THIS FUCKING JIZZ COMING DOWN ON ME BUT I’M SICK OF IT.”

My relationship with God is a complicated one.

Also I lost my debit card.

Again.

F. Scott Fitzgerald in drag for the Princeton Triangle Club, 1915-1916. And because he was such a free bitch, he was voted most beautiful Show Girl for the play “The Evil Eye” which he wrote the lyrics for and starred in.

Actual Hero F. Scott.

(via notyourhousekeeper)

blondie-a-go-go:

This is how I feel every day.

(Source: freakfucking)