Trail mix is just m&m’s with obstacles.

Idunno, Silas Timberlake gives me more of a Mark Twain vibe. He’ll be a corrupt ferry owner on the Mississippi, twirling his rich, surprisingly Twain-like mustache.

I flirt like Winston on New Girl. “Hey guy, what your name is?”...”What that thang do?”

I like “I’ve got some hair with your name on it.”
That’s pretty much how I flirt.

Create your own environment of privilege or you become a victim.

i read 1978 as 1798 like six times

Reminds me of this guy from The Economist who wrote that Vancouver is a boring city because it’s so safe. Lol. Which is debatable anyways, but since when was murder fun? I used to live in a neighbourhood with a high rate of violent crime, and I can't say that it gave me that cool, retro vibe. Mainly I was scared to be…

Rayanne Graff meets Clarissa Explains It All.

I feel like ‘grunge’ should be in there somewhere.

loving kate mckinnon’s look on ghostbusters’ set! what do you call that? ghostbustpunk? ghostbustcore?

I met with Terry Richardson and now found out that it is not in vain it is appreciated – it really was one of the most powerful of photographers with whom I in my tender age of twenty-five have met. Terry listens to Dead Kennedys, while shooting Holiday In Cambodia played.

Seriously. Seeing a dad just envelop his kid with that much love = ALL THE FEELS.

the most BRUH that has ever BRUH’d

Kardashian Dialectics 1) Hating the Kardashians came first, in small part because they objectively made the public sphere worse off, and in large part out of snobbery. 2) In response to the haters’ consensus, loving the Kardashians became cool, because it’s counterintuitive and contrarianism is cool. The love became a…

Most things are performance, really. Academics. Gender. Musical theater. That’s basically all the things, and they’re all performative.

Also, did you guys know Will Ferrel is the drummer for the RHCP?

I mean, I don’t really care that it’s “just” for a pack of cigarets. Selling a human for a golden palace, a thousand pairs of Louboutins and a Gilmore Girls movie is just as disgusting to me.

Guarantee that every date JJ has ever had in his life was set up by his mom. “Oh honey, you should totally date my son—he’s so smart, funny, and handsome! You’ll see!” No one will love him like his mother loves him. Poor chad.