“Your 20’s are your ‘selfish’ years. It’s a decade to immerse yourself in every single thing possible. Be selfish with your time, and all the aspects of you. Tinker with shit, travel, explore, love a lot, love a little, and never touch the ground.”
- Kyoko Escamilla (a.k.a Brain-Food)
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“How Will I Know” - Whitney Houston’s isolated vocal track
(Source: jakefogelnest)
I’m Not Having Sex..
If there is anything you should know about me this very moment, it’s that I floss every day. If you need to know another thing about me, it’s that every girl in the world is having more sex than I am.
I’m not kidding. Look around you! The woman from Illinois, walking around Times Square with eight large Macy’s bags and 36 cretin children gets more sex than I do. That old couple making out in that Christmas commercial where I feel uncomfortable. The overly sexualized “NOT MY DAUGHTER” in the Lifetime movie. Every friend I talk to over a glass of wine. All of them seem to have things sticking into other things on a fairly regular basis, and here I am, wearing ratty pajamas and eating popcorn by the fistful, vagina as closed as an oyster that is closed. I’m getting no sex at all—not from the mysterious brunette who’s no good for me that I met in a bar, or from the trusty old friend that kisses my cheek and whispers ‘we shouldn’t be doing this.’ Not from Jeremy Renner, or Colin Farrell, or any other playboy you may have in mind. I don’t even have sex dreams anymore! I had a dream about me and my college crush getting ice cream and holding hands the other day! My vagina is Sally Field, standing on the table and completely on strike!
