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October 25th, 2011

"Decided to take a cab home from work because my leg was spasming. (I know: sexy.) While waiting for…"

“Decided to take a cab home from work because my leg was spasming. (I know: sexy.) While waiting for one, a guy in a livery tried to pick me up. I said, no, I know I can’t afford it, thanks! Yes, you can, he said! I won’t rip you off, where are you going? I really can’t! said I. I know you aren’t supposed to pick people up and I don’t want you to get into trouble. He said, you won’t, AND RIGHT THEN a cop came up and said, yes you will young man, so thank this nice lady and be on your way. Then the cop thanked me for being a good citizen, even though mostly I never take liveries off the street because it might be a rogue guy in a towncar who will kill me.”

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Notes:

1. I cannot even GET MYSELF HOME without having a moral dilemma.

2. Although I firmly believe in overthrowing the government, destroying the system, and abortion rights far beyond what most people are comfortable with, I do not like to get other people in trouble.

3. My leg hurts a lot.

October 25th, 2011

"While I can’t have you, I long for you. I am the kind of person who would miss a train or a plane to…"

“While I can’t have you, I long for you. I am the kind of person who would miss a train or a plane to meet you for coffee. I’d take a taxi across town to see you for ten minutes. I’d wait outside all night if I thought you would open the door in the morning. If you call me and say ‘Will you…’ my answer is ‘Yes’, before your sentence is out. I spin worlds where we could be together. I dream you.”

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Jeanette Winterson (via theglasschild)

hurts.

October 25th, 2011

This is a good one.



This is a good one.

October 25th, 2011

superseventies: Debbie Harry, Suzi Quatro, and Joan Jett. Best…



superseventies:

Debbie Harry, Suzi Quatro, and Joan Jett.

Best coven ever.

October 25th, 2011

I suppose I should be glad to merely have a terrible flu and not one of the exotic 19th-century…

I suppose I should be glad to merely have a terrible flu and not one of the exotic 19th-century ailments I specialize in. BUT I AM NOT.