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Casey Malone Is The Brute Squad: This Is Not Fucking Harmless

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I love Kickstarter. I think that’s clear to people who know me by now? I love it. There’s a dude named Brad Muir and he works at Double Fine and I love the games they make, so much. But before Kickstarter, every time a Double Fine game came out I was a little worried it would be their last,…

I suppose Kickstarter has the right to approve whatever projects it pleases, but you also have the right to tell them how disgusting it is and let the pieces of shit that created the project know what they are.

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For those of you interested in the new “worming” trend, I’ve made this helpful flow chart.

For those of you interested in the new “worming” trend, I’ve made this helpful flow chart.

“These days even reality has to look artificial.” ― J.G. Ballard, Kingdom Come #lit

“These days even reality has to look artificial.”
― J.G. Ballard, Kingdom Come

#lit

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Eyeball Licking Sex Craze Sweeps Japan

petite-mal:

Oculolinctus is the latest sex play technique to alarm doctors and prudes everywhere. From Medical News Today: Eyeball-licking fetishism, also known as “oculolinctus” or “worming”, has become a popular way of expressing affection or inciting sexual arousal…

Like you never read the eyeball-licking part in Lolita over. And over.

Bring forth the pink eye jokes.

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gibson grand: Dream Catcher

gibsongrand:

Hattie pulled the shoebox from its hiding place beneath her bed and opened it. It was filled with bric-a-brac gathered from around the farm over the past several weeks: some twine and pole nails found in the barn, a few shards of brightly colored glass from the root cellar, and a length of rusted…

therealkatiewest: This is just a friendly reminder that I once made a VERY affordable book of black and white photos and it’s still for sale. I’m about to embark on an epic photo road trip next week and it would be absolutely lovely if I sold a few of these to help with developing costs when I return, since I plan on shooting more film.  And, you know, something even more amazing than this could quite possibly come out of this epic road trip. Honestly, with Faye Daniels, Jacs Fishburne, Cam Damage, and Joanne Leah, how could something amazing not come out of this trip? I own this book and it’s pretty wonderful. You should own it too!

therealkatiewest:

This is just a friendly reminder that I once made a VERY affordable book of black and white photos and it’s still for sale. I’m about to embark on an epic photo road trip next week and it would be absolutely lovely if I sold a few of these to help with developing costs when I return, since I plan on shooting more film. 

And, you know, something even more amazing than this could quite possibly come out of this epic road trip. Honestly, with Faye Daniels, Jacs Fishburne, Cam Damage, and Joanne Leah, how could something amazing not come out of this trip?

I own this book and it’s pretty wonderful. You should own it too!

In a hotel room across the street from my office, a woman is ironing her husband’s briefs. This may be the kinkiest thing I’ve ever seen.
gibson grand / via twitter @gibsongrand
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gibson grand: Dream Catcher

gibsongrand:

Hattie pulled the shoebox from its hiding place beneath her bed and opened it. It was filled with bric-a-brac gathered from around the farm over the past several weeks: some twine and pole nails found in the barn, a few shards of brightly colored glass from the root cellar, and a length of rusted…

therealkatiewest:

swandiamondrose:

fieldmic:

Sixth-grade metalheads from Flatbush, Brooklyn: Unlocking The Truth - Malcolm Brickhouse & Jarad Dawkins  

This is just excellent.

OMG LOOOOOOOOOOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is the best thing I’ve seen all day.

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Dream Catcher

Hattie pulled the shoebox from its hiding place beneath her bed and opened it.  It was filled with bric-a-brac gathered from around the farm over the past several weeks: some twine and pole nails found in the barn, a few shards of brightly colored glass from the root cellar, and a length of rusted barbed wire she uncovered in the cow pasture. Hattie fashioned the discarded items into a dream catcher, in the hopes it would trap nightmares instead.  She hung it over her door, before she went to bed.

Hattie did not wake at the sound of plodding footsteps in the hall, his boots clumsy from too much whisky.  But her eyes opened when an anxious hand opened her bedroom door, and bits of glass and steel rattled against wooden frame.  Hattie reached for pawpaw’s pocket knife, which she had placed beneath her pillow before falling asleep.
Her mother’s voice sounded from the upstairs’ bedroom.
“Ray, honey, is that you?”
He quickly retreated from Hattie’s room, the sound of his footsteps growing fainter as he walked down the hall and up the stairs.
Hattie loosened her grip on the knife as she drifted off to sleep.

(c) gibson grand