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Fri, 11 Dec 2009 22:15:12 +0100

suicideblonde: bohemea: These are by Coppi Barbieri. I’ve...

Fri, 11 Dec 2009 21:57:05 +0100

bohemea:

These are by Coppi Barbieri. I’ve never seen these shots before though, they’re delightful!

(via lovegeneration)

An Almost Made-Up Poem - Bukowski

Fri, 11 Dec 2009 21:56:57 +0100

attentiondoozers:

smut-to-go:

I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny
blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny
they are small, and the fountain is in France
where you wrote me that last letter and
I answered and never heard from you again.
you used to write insane poems about
ANGELS AND GOD, all in upper case, and you
knew famous artists and most of them
were your lovers, and I wrote back, it’ all right,
go ahead, enter their lives, I’ not jealous
because we’ never met. we got close once in
New Orleans, one half block, but never met, never
touched. so you went with the famous and wrote
about the famous, and, of course, what you found out
is that the famous are worried about
their fame –– not the beautiful young girl in bed
with them, who gives them that, and then awakens
in the morning to write upper case poems about
ANGELS AND GOD. we know God is dead, they’ve told
us, but listening to you I wasn’t sure. maybe
it was the upper case. you were one of the
best female poets and I told the publishers,
editors, ” her, print her, she’s mad but she’s
magic. there’s no lie in her fire.” I loved you
like a man loves a woman he never touches, only
writes to, keeps little photographs of. I would have
loved you more if I had sat in a small room rolling a
cigarette and listened to you piss in the bathroom,
but that didn’ happen. your letters got sadder.
your lovers betrayed you. kid, I wrote back, all
lovers betray. it didn’ help. you said
you had a crying bench and it was by a bridge and
the bridge was over a river and you sat on the crying
bench every night and wept for the lovers who had
hurt and forgotten you. I wrote back but never
heard again. a friend wrote me of your suicide
3 or 4 months after it happened. if I had met you
I would probably have been unfair to you or you
to me. it was best like this.

thepublics: $93 million Myanmar heroin bonfire. (Ein Chan...

Fri, 11 Dec 2009 21:56:50 +0100

thepublics:

$93 million Myanmar heroin bonfire. (Ein Chan Naing/EPA)

"There are three dimensions to being cool in Paris: owning an iPhone, wearing Converse shoes, and..."

Fri, 11 Dec 2009 19:41:13 +0100

“There are three dimensions to being cool in Paris: owning an iPhone, wearing Converse shoes, and eating sushi - at least twice a week. Failing to fulfill one of these conditions will make the Parisian lame, old and uncool.”

- Paris Blog - Stuff Parisians like by Olivier Magny - O Chateau (via myre-view)

This reminds me of how the new man and I played Rock Band last...

Fri, 11 Dec 2009 19:37:05 +0100

This reminds me of how the new man and I played Rock Band last night before he fucked me on the floor. I’m a good singer, horrible guitarist.

suicideblonde:waxandmilk:“More Than This”

via youmightfindyourself

a story from a lover

Fri, 11 Dec 2009 19:31:44 +0100

At my thirties I considered it ridiculous to never have paid for sex; I therefore decided to amend this situation without cling nor delay. Paris being considered “the city of love”, I had nevertheless a hard time finding a good candidate. My first option was far too expensive; my second attempt—-who promised to “introduce me in a strap on game of domination”—-did not answer to my request (it is hard to accept the fact of being dismissed by a whore); so I finally made up my mind to call a pair of girls with a taste for photography. I know, a cliché.

I took a thorough shower, and waited in the streets with my pocket full of money, ready to give it away to the first guy who would approach me with a knife and gently ask me for the right amount. Instead, an older blond woman and a younger dark-haired girl came to me with a pair of smiles. We calmly walked the short distance to their apartment, each one of them at each side, chitchatting while I was fearing to run into a friend or an acquaintance.

Once in their apartment, what followed was hardly remarkable except for one little detail. After a pleasant introduction, in due time to the consequent introduction, maybe caused by the mess of legs and arms and bodies, I lost my concentration and with it my erection. So there I was, exposing my flaccidity and vainly attempting to remedy the situation, when the leading girl took the problem in her hands and, to my surprise, strongly throttled me while slapped my face, making tremble the windows glass. As propelled by a spring, my erection came back as hard as marble under the sun of August. I was still trying to understand what had just happened when I heard the younger girl: “Oh, are you starting with that again?”, and saw her half smiling and answering: “You see? It always works”.

Elvis Presley : “Santa Clause is Back in Town”

Thu, 10 Dec 2009 01:06:51 +0100

Elvis Presley : “Santa Clause is Back in Town”

suicideblonde: Lolita

Thu, 10 Dec 2009 01:04:18 +0100

suicideblonde:

Lolita

FetLife “Sit on Kinky Santa's Lap” giveaway

Wed, 09 Dec 2009 21:38:19 +0100

FetLife “Sit on Kinky Santa's Lap” giveaway:

FetLife is a free social network for the BDSM & fetish community. Similar to Facebook and mySpace but run by kinksters.

for Miss D.U. mignonette: Cute Russian cookies for today. I...

Wed, 09 Dec 2009 21:19:43 +0100

for Miss D.U.

mignonette:

Cute Russian cookies for today. I love foods with cute labels…

szymon: Street Fighter Poses in real life

Wed, 09 Dec 2009 21:19:26 +0100

szymon:

Street Fighter Poses in real life

newsweek:tanya77:themattsmith:thegrasshopperunit:herooftheproleta...

Wed, 09 Dec 2009 21:19:20 +0100

newsweek:tanya77:themattsmith:thegrasshopperunit:herooftheproletariat:

Colton Harris-Moore, the barefoot boy bandit, outfoxes sheriffs

In the forests and remote islands around Seattle, police are setting traps for a barefoot teenage outlaw who has eluded them for nearly two years.

Police say 18-year-old Colton Harris-Moore, whose escapades are turning him into a folk legend, is a one-man crime wave, responsible for 50 burglaries as well as stealing light aircraft, which he taught himself to fly from video games, and several speedboats.

He lives in the woods, shuns shoes and catches his own food. His only technological aid is a pair of thermal-imaging goggles to hunt at night and his weakness is pizzas, which he asks to be delivered at the edge of the woods.

For some Harris-Moore is a modern Butch Cassidy: a surprisingly agile 6ft 5in cat burglar who thanks his victims by leaving them notes and cheeky photographs of himself, which have sold for £300 on eBay.

Thousands subscribe to his Facebook page and his image appears on T-shirts with the logo “Fly, Colton, Fly!”. Local rock groups have penned songs about him.

Hollywood producers have lodged lucrative film deals with his family and offered to pay for lawyers if he gives himself up.

Raised in a caravan on Camano Island, an isolated community in the Puget Sound, Harris-Moore started living wild at the age of seven. He would break into holiday homes, steal blankets and food and vanish into the woods for days.

In April 2008, after being sent to a juvenile detention centre, he complained that the beds were too short for his lanky frame and went on the run.

Police believe he fled to Canada and then, a few weeks ago, came back across the border to Idaho where he stole a Cessna 182 and flew to Seattle. He crash-landed in a forest clearing and walked away with cuts and bruises.

Since then he has been accused of stealing other planes for hops around the islands in the Puget Sound, including another Cessna belonging to a disc jockey who vented his frustration on radio, saying: “He still doesn’t know how to land a plane in one piece.”

He evaded a police pursuit by crashing a Mercedes-Benz into a roadside gas storage tank, using the explosion as a diversion to escape back into the woods where, he says, he feels like a Native American.

This was followed by the largest manhunt in recent memory. Three dozen sheriffs, aided by specialist armed units and an FBI helicopter, fanned out across Camano Island but failed to capture him. “We saw him, we think, but it’s like he disappeared in front of our eyes,” said one sheriff.

His luck may be about to run out. During a recent sweep a rifle shot was fired at police, raising his status to “armed and dangerous”. His mother, Pamela Kohler, now fears that even if he did not fire the shot he will be held responsible.

Kohler said she was proud her son had stolen the aircraft because he had never had a flying lesson in his life. “I was going to send him to flight school, but I guess I don’t have to,” she said. “I’d tell him the next time he took a plane: wear a parachute and practise your landing.

“If he shot that gun, it was really stupid. I don’t expect him to come out of the woods alive.”

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WOW

This guy is totally in the next Twilight movie…

Everyday Normal Guy - A rap song by comedian Jon Lajoie

Wed, 09 Dec 2009 19:50:44 +0100

Everyday Normal Guy - A rap song by comedian Jon Lajoie

thepublics: “Gingers are more than potential sunburn victims...

Tue, 08 Dec 2009 20:33:49 +0100

thepublics:

“Gingers are more than potential sunburn victims cloaked in a galaxy of freckles and topped off with a wild streak of bright orange hair. They are living metaphors for the fragility of our species and the universality of individual perseverance.”

suicideblonde: killingbambi: I Think This Is Missing Some Air...

Tue, 08 Dec 2009 20:33:29 +0100

suicideblonde:

killingbambi:

I Think This Is Missing Some Air Quotes

the little things in a holiday crush

Mon, 07 Dec 2009 23:54:03 +0100

there’s a bump on the back of my head, a small bruise on my lower thigh, my lips are more chapped, my nipples more tender, my mood a bit lighter, my heart a little warmer.

gorilla vs. bear's albums of 2009

Mon, 07 Dec 2009 23:27:36 +0100

gorilla vs. bear's albums of 2009:

trystero:

Also, don’t miss their song chart.

(take your own tumblrshot) good morning, holiday season

Mon, 07 Dec 2009 17:50:00 +0100

(take your own tumblrshot)

good morning, holiday season

Video

Mon, 07 Dec 2009 07:07:31 +0100