lol, therapy.  what a fucking crock

aw, cmon, that wasn't so bad.  it's like you've never read any of my posts

smoking moustachio so got laid after that

ahahaha, the reddit is strong with this one

especially downtown julie brown

i unironically support this

commerce may be an unavoidable reality of making art, but you can at least have the decency to not pursue it so whorishly.  money is a necessary evil, and acknowledging that what you do is only for money makes you a shithead.  books like this that so nakedly embrace the impulse to go after awards and prestige are…

super!  totally vacuous contemporary fiction that's written only to get published and accrue cultural cache!  what a time to be alive

oh good, a(nother) literary wes anderson.  sign me the fuck up!

i know.  i pity it

hey, a movie called "stroker?"  i'm there!

no, but i am chuggo.  CMON FUCKIN GUY

or smash tv.  "I'd buy THAT for a dollar!"

don't you like smelling your own farts sometimes?

it's always particularly poignant to me when beautiful women commit suicide.  like, you had it all, and life still wasn't satisfying for you?  that's harsh

col. alphonse can get his own.  haven't you learned anything?

she never had to change her style because she never had one in the first place, unless you count "lowest-common denominator pabulum" a style (and maybe you should)

just say yes to no

stallion part 3, bitches

ctrl f "vaccination"