I don't have much to say this Sunday. Feeling a little tattered and torn and so the best solution for that is a little Rufus Wainwright and a little imaginary love.
He's so right, so poignant. Every kind of love is an imaginary love.
And to quote my friend, it's really too bad Rufus doesn't prefer the lady bits.
- Chicks who do it for me
- Lose Weight Fast with the Heartbreak Diet!
- Margaritas, Weed, and Slut Signals
- epic existential post just in time for that arbitrary changing of the calendar which I so love
- Public Service Announcement
- Horrifying Shit on Pinterest: Slut Shaming E-Cards
- Animal Monster Bird Squawk Dinosaur Creature
- My Doctors Always Suck, otherwise entitled Why I Hate Kaiser
- Sexy Saturdays: Slutty Saturday
- fishcunts and cum dumpsters