seventeen magazine has officially lost it
Bring it on!
I have a healthy appreciation for art.
COUNSELOR: Hello. My name is Dr. Fitzgibbons. You must be Jean-Luc and Marina. (reaches out to shake hands)
COUNSELOR: Um, okay. Hello. I understand you two have been having some problems at home.
JEAN-LUC: (turns toward Marina)
omg omg so great
New York says “I Do” to gay marriage:
This makes me want to sob and cartwheel simultaneously.
I can’t even… I don’t know who you are but you have made 1/2 of my very very important dreams come true.
Alright, now get to working on that career.
I love this dude.
Allow me to explain. As a newly minted “gym person” I see a lot of annoyingly fit people around this establishment: perky stay-at-home moms fantasizing a lesbian chocolate wrestling match with ina garten on the treadmills, buff guys who I vaguely recognize as formerly playing on my high school’s football team at the bench press, and small groups of sexually frustrated and squeaky 12 year old boys tripping over their shoe laces on the basketball courts.
And then there’s this guy. I don’t know his name, but he calls me “Miss” and has a toothy smile and wears would-be-retro-if-he-didn’t-buy-them-the-year-they-were-made glasses and almost exclusively uses the stairmaster. Finally, if you can’t read it, his shirt says “If I’m not sweating, call 911” and guess what you guys? He brings TWO of this same shirt to the gym every time he goes because he’s such a goddamn efficient dude. Which automatically leads me to imagine his cartoon network closet full of the same outfit neatly displayed on hangers and I love that.
Or he legitimately has some perspiration disorder and will actually die if he ceases to sweat. I should maybe keep an eye out for that.
pop star guinea pig’s just trying to lay low and get some lunch, y’know?
definitely beautiful definitely beautiful definitely beautiful
Fuck. I just love this performance so much.
Taylor Mali, poet and teacher, on “What Teachers Make”