Was I Wishing on Satellites?
Whenever I see some fedora-wearing dudebro whining about how all the feminazis and friend-zoning bitches ruined his life, I picture this:
June 2013
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May 2013
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“(On married friends) I don’t want to hear about the endless struggles to keep sex exciting, or the work it takes to plan a date night. I want to hear that you guys watch every episode of The Bachelorette together in secret shame, or that one got the other hooked on Breaking Bad and if either watches it without the other, they’re dead meat. I want to see you guys high-five each other like teammates on a recreational softball team you both do for fun. I want to hear about it because I know it’s possible, and because I want it for myself.”
—Mindy Kaling, Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? (via torontoeatsitsyoung)
Behold The Hurricane
The Horrible Crowes
And it’s such a shame
I heard the wind say this morning
Be still my heart
I age by years at the mention of your name.
What a pity this season
You remember me, my lover
I don’t recognize myself
I’m not the man you love
Behold the hurricane.
