Odious Rhetoric

This video is soul-crushing. The video makes the song complete. It’s beautifully, breathtakingly, heartbreaking.

I wanna take you on a ride in a big jet plane

Hey my lover, my lady river

But can I take you, can I take you higher?

Gonna take you for a ride on a big jet plane…

Gonna hold you…gonna kiss you in my arms,

Gonna take you away from home…

gonna take you for a ride on a big jet plane.

These folks just want teachers to give back, because they believe that $50,000 a year in salary plus medical and dental benefits are incredibly generous — bordering on avarice! And I imagine these same people will feel the same way about couple earning more than $250,000 a year being asked to allow the Bush tax cuts to expire so that they would have to pay a slightly higher federal income tax rate.
JON STEWART, calling out the hypocrisy of Fox “News” pundits and Republicans in general claiming that teachers have generous salaries and benefits averaging about $89,000 a year — while at the same time decrying the elimination of the Bush tax cuts for those making $250K a year because $250K a year “is not rich” and “is close to poverty” — on The Daily Show. (via inothernews)

It’s not available. If you try it once, you will die. Your face will melt off and your children will weep over your exploded body.


Charlie Sheen tested negative for all drugs. However, all drugs tested positive for Charlie Sheen.
“Daddy says every time Charlie Sheen snorts an 8 ball, a stripper loses her g-string.”
“That’s right, Virginia.”

It’s not available. If you try it once, you will die. Your face will melt off and your children will weep over your exploded body.

Charlie Sheen tested negative for all drugs. However, all drugs tested positive for Charlie Sheen.
“Daddy says every time Charlie Sheen snorts an 8 ball, a stripper loses her g-string.”
“That’s right, Virginia.”
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I stopped at that same intersection…you know the one….and stared, and stared, and stared tonight. I’m not sure how long I was there…it doesn’t really matter. I didn’t have anything to come home to. But this song played over and over in my head as I sat there. I hate this neighborhood now. I hate this apartment now. I hate all the good things happening in my life, and you not being the first person I get to excitedly and obnoxiously share them with. I hate this whole fucking situation…and most of all, I hate that we haven’t had a chance to sit down and talk and journey through each other’s heads. We’re both thinkers…I know you’ve picked this apart almost as much as I have (you know how I over analyze everything, and you hate me for it…no you don’t). I’m sure you have as much to say as I do. It was  a fantastic journey through our lives the past few years…I don’t see any good reason why we can’t sit and share our thoughts on this mess with the same tenderness and good will we’ve shown each other this whole time.

Flying Saucer. Saturday. 1:00 pm

“Give Me One Reason”

Precisely. Make it work.

Precisely. Make it work.

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Look at the stars…
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