I’d like to refocus everyone’s attention away from the Kardashians and onto Doctors Without Borders or aid workers. Let’s redefine scandal. Scandal is not who so-and-so is dating; scandal is the fact that 1.2 million people are still living in tents in Haiti, and cholera is rampant because Nepalese U.N. soldiers dumped shit from their Porta-Potties into the river.
That’s a fucking scandal. If the average 15-year-old was hearing about that instead of so-and-so’s plastic surgery or cheating in Hollywood, I’d feel better about our future.
"…your dream in life is to be a footballer’s wife.”
- F-ck Me Pumps
"What kind of f-ckery is this? You made me miss the Slick Rick gig.”
- Me & Mr. Jones
"There’s nothing you can teach me, that I can’t learn from Mr Hathaway."
"Tell your boyfriend next time he around to buy his own weed and don’t wear my sh-t down… don’t make no difference if I end up alone, I’d rather have myself a smoke my homegrown. It’s got me addicted, does more than any d-ck did.”
“I shouldn’t play myself again. I should just be my own best friend, not f-ck myself in the head with stupid men.”
- Tears Dry on Their Own
"Run around just so I don’t have to think about thinking That silent sense of content That everyone gets Just disappears soon as the sun sets
This face in my dreams seizes my guts He floods me with dread Soaked in soul He swims in my eyes by the bed Pour myself over him Moon spilling in And I wake up alone
If I was my heart I’d rather be restless The second I stop the sleep catches up and I’m breathless This ache in my chest As my day is done now The dark covers me and I cannot run now My blood running cold I stand before him It’s all I can do to assure him When he comes to me I drip for him tonight Drowning in me we bathe under blue light”
“We call someone a ‘pussy’ for being weak, even though the vagina contains incredibly strong muscles capable of pushing out human beings that weigh over three kilograms. When someone does something brave, we say they have ‘balls’, even though the testicles don’t seem to do much except hang around, produce sperm and get squeezed out the side of briefs as a gross party trick.”—