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anxiety blog

when I was a kid my favorite movie was a VHS my grandma gave me called The Great Cheese Conspiracy. In looking it up to watch as a little comfort nostalgia, I found it was actually a joint Czechoslovakia/West German film from 1986.

“The discerning Pop Tart enthusiast will go to such lengths as to actually eliminate all crust-only zones before attempting the more flavorful middle area.”

Virtual wine tasting with Big Daddy Kane (not sold)

Then I repeated my own vows / They were perverted and they smelled of myself

there is anger, female anger, which, to a man’s ear, historically scans as madness.

“While our culture admires the angry young man, who is perceived as heroic and sexy, it can’t find anything but scorn for the angry young woman, who is seen as emasculating and bitter.” — Susan Faludi

legitimate heroes— the kind who do more than sing, act or kick footballs— are hard to come by

slow your roll, cool your jets, what you need hasn't been invented yet

I've got a knack for a plan, take me take me take me

bacchanalia

a Roman festival of Bacchus celebrated with dancing, song, and revelry.

“What if you were a horny average-looking [teenager]? What if you got the sense that everyone thought your horniness was a sign of your own lack of self-respect?”

I'm the cutest little thing kiss my forehead, drive me home take me where you want me rot my flesh off the bone

rub your thumbs against my hipbones grind into me like this grab a handfull of my jacket and bite my lip when we kiss

self harm's got a bad taste and I'm a pretty girl push me, shove me, keep me down in a way that I can envy