Tempting to tear apart other people’s poorly thought out criticisms of Star Trek Into Darkness. But I won’t.
kdo:
Cream - Sunshine of Your Love (1967)
I heard this song soooooo many times growing up. If there had been autorepeat on record players, my mom would have used it for Cream.
(via patchesandoscar)
My white bread Okie friends are scandalized by twerking. Pffft. How dare a woman show off her sexuality in a way she wants to?!? I’m proud of my big butt and I’d twerk if I was 20 years younger.
When I was 10 years old, my favorite Monkees album was PACJ. When I was 15, it was HEAD because it was deep, man. I wanted to be a hippy soooo bad when I was a teenager. I had long straight hair, didn’t wear a bra until my boobs were just too big, proclaimed myself a pacifist, explored Eastern religions, etc. I wanted to drop acid or take shrooms, but was too much a social pariah for the stoners at my school to talk to me. I was definitely born 30 years too late.
Honking your horn won’t get you shit, bitch. So happy to be stuck in traffic in Nowhere, AR.
eppy-in-the-sky-with-diamonds:
All I wanted is a piece of Jones, a scoop of Nesmith, a cup of Dolenz and a tablespoon of Tork
Give me a pound of Jones, a ton of Nesmith, a gallon of Dolenz, and a kilo of Tork. I’m a glutton.
(via shehangsoutinthesixties)
I met mine in 1996. Y’all will too.
(Source: causeallidoisdance, via amazing-is-what-i-aim-for)
I like being alone, but I hate the feeling of being lonely.
When you’re alone, you have time for yourself. Your thoughts finally catch up to you. You set your mind on things and everything is just clearer. Nothing’s bothering you and everything just feels right for once.
When you feel lonely, you feel as if no one’s there for you. It feels like no one understands you or is willing to listen. It feels like you’re screaming in a crowded room, but yet not one person looks up.
(via hardtogettoknow)
