HOW TO: open a new text post and type letters a-z into the tags and take your favorite tag it suggests and post it out of context. this only works if you use tags as obsessive conversational add-ons like me, and if your computer saves the tags you’ve used before.
WHAT YOU COME UP WITH SHOULD…
a: alas he has grown into his ears now
b: but i like speaking out loud because it’s funny to watch people’s reactions to our obviously freaky mindshare
c: caution: flammable
d: DINO sammich
e: ethan uses emily as leverage
f: FUCK THIS JOINING THE CIRCUS
g: GOING ON A PICSPAM BECAUSE THEY ARE SO PHOTOGENIC AND BEAUTIFUL
h: HUMANITY CONTINUES TO PROVE ITS UNENDING STUPIDITY
i: IT’S CALLED AVOIDING THE CONFRONTATIONS YOU MORONS GET INTO ASSHOLE
j: JUST HAND OVER THE SWEATER MISHA AND EVERYTHING WILL BE OKAY
k: KOVU IS MY FAVOURITE LION EVER
l: like your mother and the sun chips
m: misha collins is the key to surviving the zombie apocalypse/MISHA COLLINS DRINKS GALAXIES FOR BREAKFAST
n: NO ONE SLEEPS ANYMORE ANYWAY
o: OBVIOUSLY IT’S A COURTSHIP RITUAL
p: peter how are you so tender?
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s: seriously it should be a law that the only thing this man is allowed to wear is leather
t: this is fucking trippy man/ this face it don’t lie/ THAT PHRASE ABOUT BEING CAREFUL WHAT I WISH FOR
u: unf unf unf unf unf
v: victoria’s secret writes dirty romance novels
w: which if you were to measure its sarcasm in terms of mass it would technically be a boulder
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y: yes i’m aware that doesn’t make any mathematical sense
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a: also a threesome with gaga would be awesome if you could swing it
b: bill o’reilly hates this post
c: cute squishy adorable gay love
d: do you want to know how many pairs of white knee-high socks I own? no no you really don’t
e: epic lesbians of awesome
f: FEEL MY LESBIAN RAGE
g: gayroller 2000
h: hot interspecies lady sex this way
i: I SMELL A THREESOME (alternately: i will forever blame any and all bad influences on my life choices on my abg bros)
j: joseph gordon-levitt is possibly the most adorable human being on the planet
k: kind of the best thing ever
l: lit-gasm is a legitimate term
m: magneto: the gayest fucking thing since the actual ziggy stardust
n: needs more femmeslash
o: OH AND THE COMMUNISTS TOO
p: puts a whole new meaning to porn stache
q: queer 101
r: robbie the genderqueer dinosaur
s: sarah palin cries tears of blood
t: THIS IS 1000 TIMES BETTER THAN WRESTLEMANIA I DON’T CARE WHAT MY LITTLE BROTHER SAYS
v: victorian lesbians in spaaaaace
w: when i told her i was contemplating bringing fewer clothes so i could put books in my dresser she didn’t even call me a lunatic (alternately: warning: cannot unsee)
y: you heard it here: they’re fucking in the sequel (alternately: you can get in my blazer and slacks any time)
“It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew
Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.”—“Ulysses” - Alfred, Lord Tennyson (I think this is appropriate for New Year’s Eve)
Angels in America, Part 2: Perestroika—Act 3, Scene 5
Let me ask you something, sir.
What's it like? After?
This misery ends.
Hell or heaven? (Roy stares at Belize, as in "What a stupid question.") Like San Francisco.
A city. Good. I was worried … it'd be a garden. I hate that shit.
Mmmmm. Big city, overgrown with weeds, but flowering weeds. On every corner a wrecking crew and something new and crooked going up catty-corner to that. Windows missing in every edifice like broken teeth, fierce gusts of gritty wind, and a gray high sky full of ravens.
Prophet birds, Roy. Piles of trash, but lapidary like rubies and obsidian, and diamond-colored cowspit streamers in the wind. And voting booths.
And a dragon atop a golden horde.
And everyone in Balenciaga gowns with red corsages, and big dance palaces full of music and lights and racial impurity and gender confusion. (Roy laughs softly, delighted.) And all the deities are creole, mulatto, brown as the mouths of rivers. (Roy laughs again.) Race, taste, and history finally overcome. And you ain't there.
(Happily shaking his head "no" in agreement.) And Heaven?
In billions of years When our Sun explodes (For scientists have foretold) We should meet for beers And tell stories of our Earth Its meteoric rise and fall How it became a shopping mall (A fate so sad considering its birth) Creatures came and went And civilisations fell upon Their own sword; now gone (We are the last and hardly made a dent) So raise a toast with me Sunglasses on and glasses clinking Now let us commence our drinking (For this is the end of history)