Isn’t it weird, this 21st century,
how many terabytes of dick pics
are neatly folded on all kinds of servers.
How many dicks and boobs are flying
around and around your face in wireless form?
Maybe it’s all true and wireless routers
will give us cancer and we’ll die
but at least we have the privilege
to use cruise down this
sexual highway of information.
Isn’t it weird, this 21st century,
It looks like those leaks are legit. That dude’s gonna get serious prison time if they catch him. Also, a mental reminder to never store anything on a cloud.
Apparently now there’s news a ton of celebrity nudes have been leaked by someone on 4chan. It’s probably fake. I don’t know. I just heard about it.
I know 4chan is seedy as fuck and hard to trace and shit, but the guy who hacked Scarlett Johanson phone got like 20 years or something didn’t he? Like, when FBI wants you they gonna get you. So, whoever leaked this should hope they’re fake.
And apparently they’re taken from the celebrity’s cloud. I really don’t know what cloud is technically all I know is that I never like that idea.
I’m sure there’s a parallel universe where the chicken never crossed the road.
Grown people get grossed out when they think about drinking human breast milk.
Yet they’ll happily drink breast milk from a whole other species. Weird man.
He has a big heart, metaphorically that is. I’m listening to his heartbeat; my head on his chest. He’s been asleep for hours now, nothing makes him sleepier than sex. Thirsty too, no wonder. I’ll admit he has a way of fucking you senseless. A man deserves a drink after making you cum. And all this, the whole sad scene, it reminds me of the first time we fucked.
‘Thump, thump, thump,' his heart beats on as I reminisce about how things used to be. I thought maybe he was the one. I'd clean my act up and develop real human feelings for once. I thought his cock jump started my heart. He would be a man I could love.
How wrong I was.
Maybe it’s the fact most men start treating you different after a time, or just my natural inclination towards cruelty, but I saw he’d end up like the others soon. There was no future for us, for him. No white picket fences, and two kids. Should have realized sooner that would never happen to me.
I do feel sorry for him, he wasn’t all that bad, but I am. Bad to the whole rotten bone. Could blame it on my dad who was never around, or my junkie mother, but the fact of the matter is I never had a conscience.
That’s his heart stopping. The poison I put in his drink worked. He dies with my head on his chest. I can feel the warmth leave his body, his blood go cold. Hours go by, in silence, as he lies dead. To be honest this makes me wetter than anything, the sound of a person leaving this world. The fact I was the one who killed him. It’s the biggest high a girl can get without sticking a needle in her arm.
I’m bad, so why not write me that way.
I had some leftover rice so I decided to do aranacini, we have a similar here thing just called rice balls, but the Italian arancini looked interesting.
It’s not a perfect Italian version though since I had no mozzarela and put normal cheese in the middle, otherwise it’s rice, parmesan in it and a hint of oregano in breadcrumbs. It was really good.
Majority of tumblr is just as narrow minded as the republicans and right leaning people they make fun of. They’re just narrow minded in their own way.
I mean, I’m very liberal about most stances, but the misinformation floating around here just to further agendas, the hate, the lies are ever present.
Being liberal should also be about plurality and accepting views of others, if they’re not hurting others, and not being, “It’s my and no other way. I’m the smartest, everyone else is dumb. And I always know best.”
I dunno, I just get more and more annoyed with the bullshit around here, just as I do with bullshit everywhere though.
I see a lot of people speaking against write what you know, which in some cases makes sense. When writing sci-fi you can’t write what you know, or fantasy historical fiction or whatever.
But in majority of cases I agree with this. Could I write a book about the Vietnam war? Yeah, could this book be as realistic or powerful as Ron Kovic’s book. No. Because he actually lived it, he’s a veteran, he has first hand experience.
Could someone who’s never been in Croatia try and write as a Croat, yeah, but they wouldn’t know the little bits of culture, regional references and so forth which someone living here would.
Could I try and write a crime procedural in Baltimore? Sure, but David Simon who worked there for years as a crime journalist could dance circles around my writing any which way he wanted.
Then again it is quite ridiculous in a sense to write what you don’t know, it is a paradox. You cannot write of what you don’t know, since you don’t know about it. Any writing you ever produce is about something you indeed know. about, at least marginally.