The National — Fake Empire
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“Why doesn’t anyone talk about the fact that stretch marks are not at all confined to pregnancy? I first got mine on the inside of my knees when I was in the midst of an adolescent growth spurt, my lengthening legs hoisting me up to 5’8” by the time I was 13. And men have them too, on their backs and shoulders and hips. Not only fat men, not only tall men. Men also have cellulite, as do some of the most petite and fit women I’ve ever met. Here’s the big question: so what?”
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“even under the most adverse conditions, that pleasure always made itself felt: she might hate him, but she had never been able to wish him out of the room.”
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therealkatiewest reblogged trixiebedlam:
and just there, right at the end of ever feeling OK again, I am reminded that someone out there understands me perfectly. thanks xkcd, whoever you are.
Exactly. What Sarah said.
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tesslynch reblogged wearethedigitalkids:
I love Jonathan Harris.
“I Want You To Want Me is an interactive installation about online dating, commissioned by and installed at New York’s MoMA on Valentine’s Day 2008, as part of their Design and the Elastic Mind show.”
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“Subtlety is powerful. There are times when I’m so subtle people don’t even know if I’ve done anything. That’s power.”
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In praise of Gramercy Tavern
Steven, our bard of a server at the Tavern last night, describing the red wine which would soon accompany our fiendishly delectable entrées:
“It’s full of spice… Spice and drama.”
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Look, I realize that this sounds like self mythologizing but I’m awake at 6am on Saturday because I have a horrendous stomach ache from consuming:
—Snickers Bar
— 7/11 Cinnamon roll
—7/11 egg salad sanwich
—an obscene amount of milano cookies and a couple of dubious chunks of a meat product called “steak bites.”
I had to walk out of my hotel room, go across the street and into the 7/11 where I bundled all of these items up in my arms and waited, dead eyed, braless, and in PJamas for the Pakistani to ring me up. I remember at one point putting the cinnamon roll down on the counter and the young black guy next to me saying “hey, you shouldn’t do that” and held the roll for me while I ravaged my pockets for money.
I snatched that fucking roll of out his hands like it was encrusted with diamonds. Blood diamonds.
OH MY GOD I FEEL AWFUL.
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Molecula de Glucosa Expandidais by Damián Ortega
Somewhere between mexican coke and bottle cap snakes, lives the bottle cap sugar molecule.
(via boxvox)
