March 2012
Anonymous asked: do u believe in ghost
there were tornado warnings last night and torrential rain with tons of lightning and hail so me and johnny and zeb and zeb’s friend were playing with a oujia board, and one of the spirits we were talking to said his favorite color was maroon, and i said that maroon was a bad color and then he said he didn’t like me. johnny asked a diff ghost if he was going to die soon and that one...
is total disinterest in living
is total disinterest in living a normal human feeling
i wrote a poem about my perfect breasts in creative writing and then left
none of you would ever believe how flea bitten my legs are. rub em all over.
“I’m a big fan of your abyss” / (cope, assess, overcome, succeed) / projected by...”
– Jib Molar dialoghost (via thewww)
i bought so much veganaise and cat food 2day….
I’M LIKE A DAISY & A DIAMOND BALLED INTO 1
IF I WORRIED ABOUT WHO DIDN’T LIKE ME I WOULD HAVE A ZILLION GRAY HAIRS SO I DON’T IF I RESPECT YOU ENOUGH TO LOVE YOU ALL I ASK IS THAT YOU SIMPLY LOVE ME BACK I EAT PANCAKES AT NITE & NEVER CHEW GUM WHILE DRIVING WHEN I WAS LITTLE I USED TO PRETEND MY LIFE WAS A MUSICAL I LIKE TO MAKE PEOPLE SMILE & LAUGH I LIKE TO SMILE...
ALT LIT MAGAZINE COVER PHOTO: JOHNNY...
altlitgossip:
giving birth to alt lit babies
The Tao Lin Murders Me Project part one
dingraha:
Death come to us all Tao Lin says. He hefts the knife waifishly and prepares to drive it into my chest. Wait I say. Tao Lin wait.
Sorry bud, the only person I “wait” for is M. Calloway, at the station, so we can go and have gross unsatisfactory intercourse and then write blandly sad stories about it. The modern condition is being a cat turd half sunk into the keyboard of a MacBook...
“well they’re going jogging wearing short shorts and tank tops - barely...”
– some guy in a class i had today, moments before i tore off his head and flushed it down the toilet
buttguts:
la fura dels baus - na y na chiquiyo
negationparty:
lukut:
‽ - I’m too shy to tell you i agree with your critical apparatus.
✩ - I want to write a paper about you.
☼ - I disagree with your take on queer theory but I agree with that ass.
☏ - Does looking at you count as sex work
✌- I want to get to know you in the context of a reading group.
☺ - I want to be your favorite Žižek clip.
＃- I want us to be Reading Capital...
my dinner: ~4 cups of broccoli, pickles, doritos
i work at angelito’s health care and that makes sense because i am a lil angel
murdermetonymy:
Trigger warning: triggers being pulled by marines, killing Iraqi baby bodies.
The day I beat up Wilco
dingraha:
August 1st. 1997. I was eight years old when I fucked all Wilco’s shit up severely.
“What do we want from each other
after we have told our stories
do we want
to...”
– audre lorde, “there are no honest poems about dead women” (via karaj)
this is a poem called:
dancing in my hot pants alone in my room.
weeping
touching the baby cat a lot sometimes
touching my face thinking “i’m just a big fat a sack of wax”
wrapped in a veil of polyurthane
baby teeth and baby bones r crawling back home
is that how it feels
im not 'alt lit' im probably more like 'gchat...
i feel more ‘post-suicidal tumblr realist”
the hottest alt lit girls u’ve ever seen
alexis-cool:
alex: hey stewie what do you think of my script for a pilot ‘Family Guy: The Next Generation’ so far
stewie: i don’t think it’s very good
i want to kiss
Two of the past three suicides at my school were...
drdogballs:
ourben:
joemccarthyblues:
communismkills:
… Do guys not have balls anymore, or have women successfully castrated and effeminated all of them?
You are just the worst type of person. Fine seek out some macho wife beating misogynist if that’s what you want but trashing on the civilized just makes you look like a bitter moron.
Three cheers for communismkills voicing the kind...
i will never BeCome a bombshell
who’s going to volunteer to peel all the flesh from my body layer by layer
going to carve the word “baby” into my forearm
