I just spent like 30 seconds straight trying to understand what was so special about “The unthe unthe uthe unhe un”
i never understand why non-white characters can’t just be described as fucking brown
they gotta be caramel, mocha, dark chocolatey, cocoa, whatever nonsense
can we start describing white characters with food terms too? “her milk-white arms.” “his light mayonaisse face.” “her hair was the color of dijon mustard.” yeah. sounds about right.
finish this sentence: m
y body craves for the touch of mashed potatoes, the soft white flesh of the vegetable sliding over my body. i havent slept in fifteen days. only the beautiful rapturous gooey white semi solid plant matter inspires me to continue living. sometimes i like to imagine that the mashed potatoes have accepted me as their loving partner. oh can i dream.
Yoko Ono performing Katy Perry’s Firework.
Just watch it…just watch it.
this is the knock, this shit bumps heavy
Wow, this is truly incredible. She unlocked so much deeper meaning that I never realized before. Man, thank God for this kind of art and the artists who bring it to life. Just wow.
when fergie was like ‘yall aint ready for this’ in the beginning of london bridge i truly wasnt
it felt like i knew you…, 2012 - ongoingI ride the NYC subway trains, usually in the evening when the seats are full. I focus on the shape of the space between the person sitting next to me and myself. I attempt to mentally and emotionally re-sculpt that space. In my mind, I reshape it- from the stiff and guarded space between strangers to the soft and yielding space between friends. I direct all my energy to this space between us. When the space palpably changes, and I completely feel like the stranger sitting next to me is my friend, I rest my head on that person’s shoulder…
I love this