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He kisses—how do I explain it? Like someone in love. Like he has nothing to lose. Like someone who has just learned a foreign language and can only use the present tense and only the second person. Only now, only you.

Less, Andrew Sean Greer

One Friday night...

...I will challenge myself (and any other crazies that wanna join me) to accomplish everything in Katy Perry's hit song, "Last Friday Night." This means that I will have to accomplish several things in various time frames:

Friday night:

Dance on table tops

Take too many shots

Kiss someone and think that I forgot

Max my credit card (:[ :[ :[)

Get kicked out of a bar

Hit the boulevard (I'm thinking Las Vegas Boulevard)

Streak in the park

Skinny dip in the dark

Have a menage a trois (woo)

Be unsure about the legality of an action

Say that I'm gonna stop

The following Saturday morning:

Host a stranger in my bed

Suffer from pounding in my head

Find glitter all over my room...

...And pink flamingos in my pool

Smell like a minibar (so, like, alcohol, I guess)

Find a DJ passed out in the yard

Discover Barbie on the barbecue

Have a hickey or a bruise, and be unsure about which of the two it really is

Try to connect the dots

Be unsure of what to tell my boss 

Think that the city towed my car (:[ :[ :[)

Find the chandelier on the floor

Rip my favorite party dress (awww)

Have a warrant out for my arrest (:[[[[[[[[[[)

Need a ginger ale

Have pictures from last night end up online

Be screwed (oh well)

Struggle to remember last night, as it is a blacked-out blur

Assure myself that it ruled (dayum!)

Finally, next Friday night:

Do it all again.

...

TGIF

TGIF

TGIF

(Hopefully, I can work a Kenny G solo up in there somehow)

I am screaming lmao also this reminds me of @rosewater1997

same

It has literally always been a lie.  These lies have killed millions of Americans over the years.  It has cost the US Trillions of dollars in lost efficiency and higher healthcare costs over the years.  It has helped drag down the life expectancy of the US, meaning, ultimately, that Americans have lost hundreds of millions of years from their lives.

It was always a lie.

Brutal

i have been laughing for 10 mins

As she stood in the nursery waiting for her cousins' return she sensed she could write a scene like the one by the fountain and she could include a hidden observer like herself. She could imagine herself hurrying down now to her bedroom, to a clean block of lined paper and her marbled, Bakelite fountain pen. She could see the simple sentences, the accumulating telepathic symbols, unfurling at the nib's end. She could write the scene three times over, from three points of view; her excitement was in the prospect of freedom, of being delivered from the cumbrous struggle between good and bad, heroes and villains. None of these three was bad, nor were they particularly good. She need not judge. There did not have to be a moral. She need only show separate minds, as alive as her own, struggling with the idea that other minds were equally alive. It wasn't only wickedness and scheming that made people unhappy, it was confusion and misunderstanding; above all, it was the failure to grasp the simple truth that other people are as real as you. And only in a story could you enter these different minds and show how they had an equal value. That was the only moral a story need have.

-Ian McEwan, Atonement

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