patron saint of flesh-based intimacy

buzzkilling isn't cool and subversive anymore. there is so little buzz and i'm taking it where i can get it

with its threatened status, we’ve shifted to a buzz capture-and-release program

this is what it feels like to be in your late 20s

Actually, yes, at some point as an adult iIt is your responsibility to learn about history and politics outside of what you were taught in traditional k-12 education

as a disabled person, i know what it’s like to not be able to work. that’s why this disability pride month i’m partnering with every single printer,

Citations could be so awesome without copyright. Imagine just being able to click on a footnote and it takes you to the exact section of another book being quoted. Imagine how much that would do for stemming misinformation.

drug addicts deserve housing, food, water, and healthcare btw

I was a member of a 60-person dance crew in Jacksonville. We were called Dance Dance Resolution: We Resolve To Dance. One day, Donkey Doug and I got into a fight because I’d framed his girlfriend for boogie board theft, so he started a new dance crew called Hashtag DougLife and immediately challenged us to a dance-off. He said, “Meet us inside the abandoned orange juice factory at midnight.” That night, as the clock struck 12:00, me and my crew came together with a determination we had never shown before and slashed all their tires. It was dope. The end. By Jason Mendoza.

I was a member of a 60-person dance crew in Jacksonville. We were called Dance Dance Resolution: We Resolve To Dance. One day, Donkey Doug and I got into a fight because I’d framed his girlfriend for boogie board theft, so he started a new dance crew called Hashtag DougLife and immediately challenged us to a dance-off. He said, “Meet us inside the abandoned orange juice factory at midnight.” That night, as the clock struck 12:00, me and my crew came together with a determination we had never shown before and slashed all their tires. It was dope. The end. By Jason Mendoza.

I was a member of a 60-person dance crew in Jacksonville. We were called Dance Dance Resolution: We Resolve To Dance. One day, Donkey Doug and I got into a fight because I’d framed his girlfriend for boogie board theft, so he started a new dance crew called Hashtag DougLife and immediately challenged us to a dance-off. He said, “Meet us inside the abandoned orange juice factory at midnight.” That night, as the clock struck 12:00, me and my crew came together with a determination we had never shown before and slashed all their tires. It was dope. The end. By Jason Mendoza.

I was a member of a 60-person dance crew in Jacksonville. We were called Dance Dance Resolution: We Resolve To Dance. One day, Donkey Doug and I got into a fight because I’d framed his girlfriend for boogie board theft, so he started a new dance crew called Hashtag DougLife and immediately challenged us to a dance-off. He said, “Meet us inside the abandoned orange juice factory at midnight.” That night, as the clock struck 12:00, me and my crew came together with a determination we had never shown before and slashed all their tires. It was dope. The end. By Jason Mendoza.

[as if this is not a normal and natural human thing to want] yeah i just really want to connect with people for some reason. Like some weird loser freak

Man I miss free the nipple. Its getting warmer and we don’t even have free the nipple anymore