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Light Housework

Meowissey, Hunchbacked Smut Peddler
Never ending bingo game
You create the prizes
In the meantime
You keep criminally cruel
Based on petty grievances
Never making the connection
The realization
That you're coming back again
 

CrystalGeezer

My secret's my enzyme.
Okay who needs a cuddle and some sleep. You be gold pillows I’ll be me. Night night.
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rifke

team bougatsa
someone told me i had nice eyeballs today which i thought was funny. at first she said i had nice eyes but then she seemed the need to clarify that (maybe so i didnt think she meant my saggy eyelids are nice) and said "like, you have nice eyeballs". i laughed and said "nice eyeballs? i've never heard anyone say that before" and she was just like "yeah" as though it wasnt weird. well, not that i mind. ive always been rather terrified of getting sickly gross muddy looking eyeballs like so many people have, so it's nice to hear that i dont (yet).
 

Light Housework

Meowissey, Hunchbacked Smut Peddler
Self discipline
My new toy
More exciting than a boy
Making lists
Crushing them in my fists
A life worth living
Commands a transition
From sullen sloth
To a refreshing froth
 

Peppermint

Well-Known Member
someone told me i had nice eyeballs today which i thought was funny. at first she said i had nice eyes but then she seemed the need to clarify that (maybe so i didnt think she meant my saggy eyelids are nice) and said "like, you have nice eyeballs". i laughed and said "nice eyeballs? i've never heard anyone say that before" and she was just like "yeah" as though it wasnt weird. well, not that i mind. ive always been rather terrified of getting sickly gross muddy looking eyeballs like so many people have, so it's nice to hear that i dont (yet).
Sorry, but that is a weird compliment. That's like saying you've got nice elbows or nostrils. But still, we all need eyeballs and it's good that you have nice ones.
 

Peppermint

Well-Known Member
oh pep, i got my coat! it's ammaaaaazzziiiiiing. at first when i took it out of the bag i was like "oh..." because it's the colour of a burlap sack stained with dried blood, but marni coats tend to have the transformative power of fairy tale coats that become something entirely different when you put them on. even though the colour makes me look a bit sallow, at the same time i recognize that the coat wouldnt be as good if it were any other colour and the shape is absolutely perfect, and the look of it is both a bit rustic-y like something the mouse girl would wear, and 1950's ballerina elegant, which is to say it is THE PERFECT COAT. now i am content. finding a marni coat is like finding yourself again. it is the only thing for when you find yourself living in a nightmare dystopian world. i think im going to include a chapter in my memoir on marni coats because they are SO much a part of me. it is like consuelo castiglione has seen into my soul and given me back a visual representation using bits of tailored cloth.
Wow. You got all that from a coat? I am in awe. See, here's the thing: I am very happy that it's made you so happy. And I get the 1950s vibe (even I spotted that). And I enjoyed the 'burlap sack stained with dried blood' description. But I just don't get it. I went on the Marni website. WTF? Why are all those women so angry? It didn't do much to sell me the clothes which, I'll be honest, were not my cup of peppermint tea anyway. I just don't think I understand fashion.

But it did make me think, have you never wanted to start a fashion blog? You seem to know a lot about it, and once you have followers you can get money from advertisers.
 

Light Housework

Meowissey, Hunchbacked Smut Peddler
For everything I do say
Ever so casually
There is a heavy chest
The recounting
Of acts
That will never see the light of day
For I am a coward
And no one would take heed anyway
 

Nerak

Reverse Ferret
i can feel myself going through a particularly bad spell at the moment my excessknows no bounds ive fallen forlorn in the street but then if id rolled in a hay field it would likely have been considered poetic.its not my fault that tarmac was the only viable option

Happens to us all.
 
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Anonymous

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Happens to us all.

Keep your dull as dishwater, rapid fire, low effort posts away from the off-topic section of this forum, thanks. We see enough of you in your dozens of daily posts on the Morrissey news section of this website. We don't need you here as well. This particular thread is testing enough as it is without adding you to the fray, so jog on you one dimensional hack.
 
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