I walked home alone that night. I didn’t care how she got home; it was weird. I mean, I liked her. I liked her a lot. But out there on the field … it was just different then.
That was the last time I saw her.
— The Virgin Suicides (1999)
(where can i get this woman’s magic lesbian summoning powers?)
- Guy: What do girls do at sleepovers?
- Me: Pass the Bechdel test.
if you had a really terrible phase where you were an offensive little asshole but you know better now i wanna let you know that i’m proud you were able to pull yourself out of that because some people just don’t know when to grow the fuck up but you did
having fun isn’t hard when you’ve got a library card! *uses library card to form lines of cocaine*
2,400 Krispy Kreme Doughnuts - Perfect for EVERY occasion
The donut chain created the special ‘Double Hundred Dozen’ as part of its new ‘Occasions’ offering which caters to large scale events and parties.
Date someone who literally begs to go down on you
Salaam Cinema, Mohsen Makhmalbaf
Angel Haze serenading Ireland Baldwin at Wireless Festival (Pictures © Rachael Wright)
Maureen Corrigan reviews The Paying Guests by Sarah Waters. The novel opens in 1922 in the ‘suburban backwater’ of London, where Frances Wray and her mother have fallen from the middle class and must take ‘paying guests’ into their home to stay afloat.
"The Paying Guests is no simple period piece. As alert as Waters is to historical detail, she’s also a superb storyteller with a gift for capturing the layered nuances of character and mood. Any reader familiar with Waters’ earlier novels like Tipping the Velvet will know that she’s especially drawn to the subject of lesbian relationships. What’s so immediately compelling about our protagonist, Frances Wray, is that, in a way that doesn’t seem at all anachronistic, she’s comfortable in her own queer skin. It’s most of the rest of the world — and, tragically, some of the people in her own house — who have serious problems with Frances and her so-called “unnatural” sexuality.”
Girls playing ukuleles, 1926
in 4th grade we were making clay pots in art and our teacher kept saying “make them thinner! those are too thick they won’t work” so we made them thinner and when she put then in the kiln they all exploded and she told us it was our fault because we made them too thin and if that doesn’t describe the school system i don’t know what does