horsegirlproblems digging deep tonight man
horsegirlproblems digging deep tonight man
No patience for your heteronormativity.
Anonymous asked: Ur blog is awesome. Pleae keep updating new articles! Supports here! Love you!
For those of you who don’t know, I graduate college at the end of next week. I’ll be busy the next few days because I’m finishing an undergraduate thesis as well as a play, but those are my last major assignments. After that I will be unemployed, bored, and living between multiple states at any given time. This, I hope, will lead to more blog posts.
Thought about trying out youtube as well. Anyone in support of that?
In the mean time, distractions are nice and I like talking about myself, so send me questions!
Anonymous asked: Even though you are a gay, have u ever found a girl attractive to you?
Hi Tori! Tori was one of the writers on my college sketch show. We had an in-joke that started, I think, from a table reading of a sketch where a character comes out. The actor read it, “Mom, dad…I’m a gay.” It stuck.
I have never been attracted to a girl, though occasionally I’ll be with a girl and think “Wow, she’s really great, I should ask her out” before my brain catches up and slaps me upside my little heteronormative head.
“Then they would go out to eat.” I’m hoping this is either actually food or an allusion to head.
“There were two more entries.”
‘A manticore is a horrid monster having a man’s face, the body of a lion, leathery bat wings, and a tail ridged with spikes’
“His fingers dug hard into her arm, expecting an answer.” GoT was not a good choice of book to determine anything about my sex life. Especially not when pg35 is full of Targaryens.
“A thin whisper of sound passed the broken mouth, forced out on a last puff of breath.” …………..well.
… … … … you wanna swap books? i wanna read what you’re reading.
WAIT THAT’S SOMEONE DYING I THOUGHT IT WAS SEX
Kind of maybe cheating since mine was a graphic novel (Perselpolis by Marjane Satrapi which YOU SHOULD REALLY READ):
‘Can you help me lace my shoes?’
Perselpolis is fantastic btw
“At times she would come with me after work to a British-style pub called Dawson’s where ad men, travel agents and bankers hung out, and often she picked up a little Male something for herself, too.”
“Claiming that I had been slandered, I asked for an apology and a retraction of the false stories which all the press of Germany had copied, but I was simply laughed at for my trouble.”
“Then he goes back to sleep.” Sounds hot.
I usually hate reblogging these, but I got:
“Having given us fear enough, they melt us with pity, purging us of our emotions, and reconciling us to our fate, because we understand it as the universal human lot.”
CAN YOU FIND THE 6 UPSIDE-DOWN OBJECTS ON ERIN’S EMPTY DESK?!?!?!
Of Course you can it’s really obvious… You make me so mad sometimes….
My cousin keeping things fresh on the internet
We aren’t finished.
Let me make this clear. I don’t like you. You’re tawdry and you’ve got expensive taste, but not good taste. You think a cup of coffee should cost five dollars but you also think it should taste like a shot of medicinal rub. You think you’re worth twenty bucks to enter, and like all cheap whores, you smell like poop pretty much all the time.
But for any wrongdoing I could blame you—there are a lot, don’t let me belittle them—I love you. There are a million stories blowing through your ravenous streets and they are all so, so interesting. There are friends I have not made yet in New York. There are stories that start drunk one night on wine and laughter that have not ended yet.
I will be back. I do not know when. You have taught me the savagery of a million people. You have taught me how to be lonely in a crowd. You have taught me how to dote on every dollar like a child. You have taught me that people will never walk fast enough, that pizza crust is twice as thick as a cracker, that fresh air really can smell sweet. You have forced me to see the face of inequality, and that one time you also forced me to watch a homeless man pee on the door of a cafe. While I was in the cafe. At least it wasn’t a screen door.
Point being: you have shown me many things, some of them were rats, and it’s time for me to learn somewhere else.
We’re not finished, don’t get me wrong. There are a few scores too many in your column, New York, and I’m going to win those points back. I may very well be another white twenty something in Queens, which is the new Brooklyn, haven’t you heard?
And god bless me that I might never wear knit caps and whine about my parents in overcrowded bagel shops near the L. I look terrible in hats.
I am somehow not cool enough to always be broke and drunk on craft beer, dumping my money in whatever creative habit I have halfspun dreams of turning into a career at some dotcom job that shouldn’t exist anymore. But somehow, New York, neither are you.
We’ll see about this, New York, we’ll see. I’d tell you to not forget me, but you will. Amnesia comes with insomnia. Never sleep, big city.
I’ll see you on the other side.
I haven’t decided whether or not I should be upset by how quickly I came up with this.
This is how I came out to my mom.
Anonymous asked: you are awesome! :)
Sick of this anon hate. (I love you :3 )
It begins. (at WrestleMania NY/NJ)
Hey, my roommate’s there! Say hi. He’s the kid that looks like Shaggy from Scooby Doo. (“Like” is an understatement, kid looks exactly the same.)