i hate autocorrect so muchi hate autocorrecti just doit doesn’t help when i need itit only helps when I don’t need it“probly” turns into prostitutes or just stays the sameand “y’alls” turns into yelp, which I didn’t even know was a wordi would tell you more, but there is no timethe battery on this thing will die,like my ipod because I had to keep correcting autocorrectbut seriously, i would turn autocorrect off, but I need it most of the time
sania habiba is probably less than half your age

i hate autocorrect so much

i hate autocorrect
i just do
it doesn’t help when i need it
it only helps when I don’t need it
“probly” turns into prostitutes or just stays the same
and “y’alls” turns into yelp, which I didn’t even know was a word
i would tell you more, but there is no time
the battery on this thing will die,
like my ipod because I had to keep correcting autocorrect
but seriously, i would turn autocorrect off, but I need it most of the time




sania habiba is probably less than half your age

après l’ouragan
walter mackey is a 22-year-old boy from canada that likes sour candy, ice cream, high fives, high times, and lesbian orgies.tumblr: judgejudyisprobablynotavegan.tumblr.comtwitter: @walter_mackey @walterunedited

après l’ouragan





walter mackey is a 22-year-old boy from canada that likes sour candy, ice cream, high fives, high times, and lesbian orgies.
tumblr: judgejudyisprobablynotavegan.tumblr.com
twitter: @walter_mackey @walterunedited

B Man A Post-Ejaculate Half-Wit enters the 7/11He’s in heavenRemembers the unsuccessful flirtsAsked a Father how old his daughters wereThat ended surprisingly wellRight in front of him is an Altoids boxClean spearmint helps freshen up his lifeClean spearmint reminds him of his childhood uncorrupted before he corrupted itPuts it in his pocket, he pays for nothingOutside the 7/11 he remembers the after partyDrinking the groom’s wedding gifts, Patron, wine, whatever he could findEveryone invited him backPeople laughed at his Karaoke rendition of ‘I can’t get no satisfaction’Halfway through the song he ejaculated on the ‘OH’Nobody noticed or everybody noticedDoes Karaoke even matter?Does anything even matter?The Post-Ejaculate Half-Wit thinks to himselfBut not for too longHe has places to goParties to crashTexts to send out connections to forgeWith a planet he is moderately satisfied withWaits for a train on a platform in a well-to-do neighborhood, the sort of place that breeds his kindThe sort of person who has no idea what’s going on and it doesn’t even matterIt is a post-manners worldThe world where people shoplift out of boredom instead of needThe world where people hide in bathrooms to avoid paying farePost-Ejaculate Half-Wit searches for a bathroomAnd when the time is rightAs the conductor comes down the aisleJust like the groom came down the aisleHe hides in the bathroomBecause he owes the world everythingYet is afraid to pay up
beach sloth blogs hard @beach_sloth 

B Man

A Post-Ejaculate Half-Wit enters the 7/11
He’s in heaven
Remembers the unsuccessful flirts
Asked a Father how old his daughters were
That ended surprisingly well
Right in front of him is an Altoids box
Clean spearmint helps freshen up his life
Clean spearmint reminds him of his childhood uncorrupted before he corrupted it
Puts it in his pocket, he pays for nothing
Outside the 7/11 he remembers the after party
Drinking the groom’s wedding gifts, Patron, wine, whatever he could find
Everyone invited him back
People laughed at his Karaoke rendition of ‘I can’t get no satisfaction’
Halfway through the song he ejaculated on the ‘OH’
Nobody noticed or everybody noticed
Does Karaoke even matter?
Does anything even matter?
The Post-Ejaculate Half-Wit thinks to himself
But not for too long
He has places to go
Parties to crash
Texts to send out connections to forge
With a planet he is moderately satisfied with
Waits for a train on a platform in a well-to-do neighborhood, the sort of place that breeds his kind
The sort of person who has no idea what’s going on and it doesn’t even matter
It is a post-manners world
The world where people shoplift out of boredom instead of need
The world where people hide in bathrooms to avoid paying fare
Post-Ejaculate Half-Wit searches for a bathroom
And when the time is right
As the conductor comes down the aisle
Just like the groom came down the aisle
He hides in the bathroom
Because he owes the world everything
Yet is afraid to pay up




beach sloth blogs hard @beach_sloth 

Beauty Regimen rub saltscrubover that face yours havefeel  seawaterfeel  Mariana Trenchfeel  sunburn volatilelick   water off your faceseawater  you   haveperformed         magic Jess Dutschmann is going to come visit you some day. She blogs at jessdutschmann.blogspot.com.

Beauty Regimen

rub salt
scrub
over that face yours have
feel  seawater
feel  Mariana Trench
feel  sunburn volatile
lick   water off your face
seawater  you   have
performed         magic


Jess Dutschmann is going to come visit you some day. She blogs at jessdutschmann.blogspot.com.

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Mira Gonzalez [b.1992] lives in Los Angeles, California
https://twitter.com/miragonz
http://miratortilla.tumblr.com/


bee killer            You said you had a dream about me last night.            This made me feel guilty because I had never dreamt about you.            Before going to bed, I looked at your facebook pictures and repeated to myself, ‘I’m going to dream about you tonight.’            That night I dreamt I was a detective. I had a more experienced partner, a forty-something year old with bags under his eyes, smoked cigarettes, had wrinkles on his forehead.            We were looking for a serial killer dubbed ‘The Bee Killer’.            My partner did not respect me because I got the case through a technicality.
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imagine being deadbut no one knew you were deadsounds lonely doesnt itimagine a personwho takes the bus to workwho is sad all the timebut smiles at you when you look at him after work he stares at his walland he tries to imaginebeing someone entirely differentbut he cant and so he juststares at his wall after workhe likes reading a book about a personwho finds addresses of peoplewho he does not knowand he mails them lettersalways a couple of pages longthe letters are usually about his dogwho only a couple of years beforehandhad died of an enlarged heartthat was my dogand that was a true story

Theo thimo is a writer. You can read some of his stuff at theothimo.tumblr.com

bee killer

            
You said you had a dream about me last night.
            This made me feel guilty because I had never dreamt about you.
            Before going to bed, I looked at your facebook pictures and repeated to myself, ‘I’m going to dream about you tonight.’
            That night I dreamt I was a detective. I had a more experienced partner, a forty-something year old with bags under his eyes, smoked cigarettes, had wrinkles on his forehead.
            We were looking for a serial killer dubbed ‘The Bee Killer’.
            My partner did not respect me because I got the case through a technicality.





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imagine being dead
but no one knew you were dead
sounds lonely doesnt it
imagine a person
who takes the bus to work
who is sad all the time
but smiles at you when you look at him
 
after work he stares at his wall
and he tries to imagine
being someone entirely different
but he cant and so he just
stares at his wall after work

he likes reading a book about a person
who finds addresses of people
who he does not know
and he mails them letters
always a couple of pages long
the letters are usually about his dog
who only a couple of years beforehand
had died of an enlarged heart

that was my dog
and that was a true story




Theo thimo is a writer. You can read some of his stuff at theothimo.tumblr.com