May. 18, 2013

Some day soon, I’ll do my best to revive this blog.

Mar. 29, 2013
Mar. 21, 2013

ennuiprayer:

Oxford Community Library (Subtitulado) (by oxreynosa)

I want you to watch this video and learn a little more about our neighbors to the south. One shocking thing I learned today was that average Mexicans only read one book in their lifetime. One book.

I urge you to sit through it and learn what Oxford Reynosa is doing for the community and reblog this post. If we’re going to make something viral, let’s make it this video.

And if you want to help with donations, please contact the following:donacionesbiblioteca@oxfordreynosa.edu.mx / eceballos@oxfordreynosa.edu.mx / (899)925-6297

(via bookhuntersjournal)

Mar. 5, 2013

Bandhas are for Lovers | thelindseyoneill

Afterall, bandhas truly are for lovers.

(Source: ennuiprayer)

Mar. 3, 2013
Real women are fat. And thin. And both, and neither, and otherwise.
— Hanne Blank  (via chubby-bunnies)

(Source: screamingfemale, via kkpurry)

Feb. 13, 2013

Who would you hate-fuck?

Feb. 4, 2013

If school doesn’t work out

kwills88:

I did some serious digging about this whole cam model thing, (yes it’s that serious).

I found out some shit that made me go..WHAT


but I’ll list what caught my eye

  1. You can make up to $10,000-$30,000 per month depending on how you do
  2. you can get paid up to $180 an hr
  3. depending on how many people watching your show, you get paid $1 per person every minute
  4. if you do a private show you can make $240 and hour
  5. you can make up to $1000-$5000 in a night

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(via malcolmsex)

Feb. 4, 2013
Feb. 2, 2013

The Repairman

            Cindy Bates emptied the rest of the water into the coffee maker’s well and pushed the button to turn it on. A petite redhead, the shorts and tank top she wore emphasized her delicate curves.

            “Just think of him as a repairman,” her best friend Roz Landers said. “He’ll come to the house, and fix whatever needs fixing.”

            “Right,” Cindy said, her voice laced with skepticism. “He’ll just come over and rotate my tires.”

            Roz laughed. “I don’t know about that, but he’ll definitely clean out your pipes and get you back in good working order.” A head taller than Cindy, Roz still wore her tailored business suit, having stopped in on her way home from work.  “Instead of putting your car up on the rack, he’ll help you get your sex life back in good working order.”

            “I’ve never heard of such a thing.  I just need to get some rest and maybe have a day at the spa,” Cindy said, brushing her hair back from her eyes. “Brent and I have been married for 10 years. It’s only natural that our sex life would lose some of its luster.”

            “All that’s true,” Roz agreed, “but you’ve been trying to fix it yourself for a while and we’re still talking about it.” Roz rose and went to the cabinet for coffee mugs. She poured them both a cup and added a dollop of hazelnut creamer to her own cup. She sat Cindy’s cup on the table and retrieved a chocolate covered donut from the box she’d brought with her.

            “It’s just seems so … wrong,” Cindy said.

            “There’s nothing wrong with getting help from a doctor,” Roz said. “He has all the credentials. He’s a gynecologist, a psychologist, and has more than five years of clinical experience,” Roz said. “He busy all the time. If it’s OK, I’ll forward your files to him. You may have to wait awhile to get in. He gives as much as two weeks to each patient and has an excellent track record. I’ve sent three other patients to him.”

            Roz was a psychologist who specialized in treating abused and traumatized women. For a woman who worked with such serious issues, she was surprisingly upbeat.

            “Just give it some thought,” Roz said, licking chocolate icing off her thumb. “You have admitted that you need help. That’s the first big step. You’ve read the books I gave you; now take action.”

            “OK,” Cindy said, taking a deep breath. “OK, I’ll take his card. I just don’t know …”

            “Don’t worry,” Roz said. “We won’t talk about it again. If you call Jake, only you and he will know. I’m officially out of the scene now.”

            Gazing out at the lake in back of her house, Cindy felt depression move through her like an old familiar pain. It *was* time to do something. She loved Brent. They were very happy together, everywhere except the bedroom.                       

So what was wrong there?

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Jan. 27, 2013

jaunepois:

reminder that this is a commercial that actually exists

you weren’t dreaming

You make it sound like they were trying to be subtle and clever.

(via fourthievesgonee)

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