I’m relatively active in the edm scene, and the response of the other boat attendees has been disgusting. A girl, a mother, died and everyone was bitching about how selfish she was and how she ruined their time. Even one of the Djs on the boat, knife party, made some crass tweet immediately after along the lines of…

um, what the hell did i just read?

With a retweet or a tricolored temporary Facebook profile picture, we can shoehorn our way into history, forcing our way into violence and loss we know nothing about.

as I was showing off the awesome Tamagotchi I had made out of clay in art class

I hope they find the person who wrote that and arrest them. We need to set an example that you just can’t say stuff like that. Maybe 30 years in jail would deter the next guy.

People threatening mass murder are not bullies, they are fucking criminals and terrorists.

That’s perfect and now I’m annoyed that I didn’t think of it.

Wear a skinny scarf or I may just barf?

#blackcoffeematters

Don’t Speak.

Where does the @tacobell come in?

Fun fact: That’s exactly why King Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette had trouble conceiving. Louis would penetrate her, just kind of lie there for ten minutes, pull out, and go back to his bedroom. This went on for years.

I feel like I was one of those humorless precocious kids who always knew how it worked?

I’m am in favor of this being the new blow job.

Last night an amazing person came up with Blen.

I explained North America to my European cousins like this: we are an apartment complex, America is that giant party that wont end even though the apartment is being wrecked and seems fun but when you get inside its only fun for a certain type of people. Mexico is directly below and is doing their own thing, and…

“may this detective always feel like he’s stepping on broken legos.”

I’m fairly certain Keith openly acknowledged the rumors in an interview and said they were bullshit.

Imagine living in Chicago. There’s no way to get away from it. Stepping outside my apartment is an exercise in dodging rape triggers, since the entire city has apparently gone back to telling everyone who will listen how great Kane is. No thank you.

“In her broken English, she scripted several stanzas depicting me, the horrible woman who was crushing her husband’s soul, and she, the “little girl” who was in love with him and wanted to save him. For all the gibberish it contained (and there was A LOT), I was at least grateful to see that she could recognize that…