life in red

a pastiche of many little things.
barackobama: “As women, we must stand up for ourselves. We must stand up for each other. We must stand up for justice for all.”—Michelle Obama

barackobama:

“As women, we must stand up for ourselves. We must stand up for each other. We must stand up for justice for all.”—Michelle Obama

hypna:

Gorgeous Macro Photographs of Dew-Soaked Dandelions by Sharon Johnstone

beaaautiful.

(via slutrockerbitch)

beer  is curing my hangover.

beer 

is

curing

my

hangover.

finished exams today, Cody’s birthday thursday night, and i’m loving everything about this video. sean o’pry can get at me any daaaaay. 

eternia: Salem is my favorite homeless person.

therealeternia:

He has been homeless ever since I started working at the Eatons Centre in 2000, and probably a lot longer. He has a crooked nose and a French-ish accent. My sis calls him Golum, because, well… You could see him whispering “my preciouuuusss”. Sometimes he looks clear-eyed and clear-headed. Other…

vicemag: Girl News - Girls and Being Alone I realized today how long it’s been since I’ve had sex. Is it a) three weeks b) two months c) eight months d) a backwards-shooting Jupiter-C rocket, the one that looks deceptively like a birthday-cake candle, moving with the speed and commitment of time, eventually destroying the citadel-like memory of what sex is even like? Because I can’t remember. Anyways, that realization, had on a sidewalk, alone, felt like being punched in the solar plexus (supposedly that hurts; I’ve only ever been punched in the face, and not that often). It’s tough times, when you’re single and technically want to be and abstractly like it, but on the daily are ruined by the idea that you are alone. Because you are. Let’s not be tricksters about it.  Let’s adultishly admit that being outside of an OK relationship means that if you die on a sidewalk in the afternoon, you die alone. NATURAL STATE I don’t like to tell anyone if or who I’m in a relationship with because it feels fucking gross. The worst thing I can think of is a couple Facebooking each other. That said, my natural and normal state of being is definitely “in” because, I dunno, I like it. It’s not even better, it’s just normaler. When I’m single I move into a quieter, less-mascara-ed place of self-reflection and I’m not convinced that’s healthy. Except, ever since Kim and Thurston broke up it’s been very much like “Oh, so we’re done here? We’re single now? OK.” Continue

vicemag:

Girl News - Girls and Being Alone

I realized today how long it’s been since I’ve had sex. Is it a) three weeks b) two months c) eight months d) a backwards-shooting Jupiter-C rocket, the one that looks deceptively like a birthday-cake candle, moving with the speed and commitment of time, eventually destroying the citadel-like memory of what sex is even like? Because I can’t remember. Anyways, that realization, had on a sidewalk, alone, felt like being punched in the solar plexus (supposedly that hurts; I’ve only ever been punched in the face, and not that often).

It’s tough times, when you’re single and technically want to be and abstractly like it, but on the daily are ruined by the idea that you are alone. Because you are. Let’s not be tricksters about it.  Let’s adultishly admit that being outside of an OK relationship means that if you die on a sidewalk in the afternoon, you die alone.

NATURAL STATE

I don’t like to tell anyone if or who I’m in a relationship with because it feels fucking gross. The worst thing I can think of is a couple Facebooking each other. That said, my natural and normal state of being is definitely “in” because, I dunno, I like it. It’s not even better, it’s just normaler. When I’m single I move into a quieter, less-mascara-ed place of self-reflection and I’m not convinced that’s healthy. Except, ever since Kim and Thurston broke up it’s been very much like “Oh, so we’re done here? We’re single now? OK.”