They call me shorty
But they don’t know how tall I really stand They grab my arm and find that leashes Don’t work on the unwilling
I hung out with myself last night.
Rolled to a poetry slam solo (I knew a few people there though), bought myself a few beers, enjoyed the words, took a cab home, ignored my phone and simply hung the fuck out with MYSELF. Sometimes it’s nice to do things by yourself. Like fart.
An absolutely amazing podcast from Radiolab about what the world would be like without words. We meet a woman who taught a 27-year-old man the first words of his life, hear a firsthand account of what it feels like to have the language center of your brain wiped out by a stroke, and retrace the birth of a brand new language 30 years ago. It’s about an hour or so but so, completely,...
I think a lot of the problems we’ve been experiencing come from the fact that no...– Patton Oswalt (via viafrank)
Things that are impossible to do in Toronto:
1) Have bangs. 2) Cross the street without fearing for your life. 3) Cheer for a winning sports team. OOOOOOOOH okay, that was low. But really though - WTF is up with my hair?
He repeated until his dying day that there was no one with more common sense, no...– Love in the Time of Cholera.
Eat, Pray, Spend →
“…Eat, Pray, Love and its positioning as an Everywoman’s guide to whole, empowered living embody a literature of privilege and typify the genre’s destructive cacophony of insecurity, spending, and false wellness.”
kelsey: (yelling out the car window at some poor girl) LOOK! It's Snooki! SNOOKI!!!! HAHA, look at her, she looks just like Snooki.
all of us: SHHHH for the love of God, kels..
kelsey: It's okay, she can't hear me. She's too busy Snooking.