Unpretty Boys' Club

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February 2011

My ideal man is someone who will sit cross-legged and shirtless on the hardwood floor with me while we listen to records and talk about books while I play with his hair
Feb 19, 2011
Chase Money Rye Rye

Rye Rye-Chase Money

My main motive-clearly-is gettin’ that cash.

If you ain’t talkin’ money then I’m lookin’ right past you

yes, and yo’ whole damn crew.

Me, me, me, honey I’ma do what I do-

I got money in my hand,

I don’t think you understand,

and don’t approach me if it ain’t about them grands.

Feb 18, 20115 notes
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Play
Feb 18, 201115 notes
You can't really tell in those photos from last night, but, recently my lips have taken the perfect just-barely-wind-chapped red shade, and now they look really good and I'm into it and it looks like I'm wearing red lipgloss 24/7
Feb 18, 2011
sleepin w/ any cute boys in philly?????????????

Oh, I’m not in Philly yet.  But, I will be, soon, and then I’m totally going to slut it up.

Why, are you offering? 

Feb 18, 20115 notes
are you gay??

No, I just make out with other dudes.

Honestly, yeah, I guess that is the label with which I most identify.  That, or “queer”

Are you/who are you?

Feb 18, 2011
Feb 18, 2011
Feb 18, 201138 notes
YOU GUYS the aforementioned sloppy kisser was seated DIRECTLY behind me

He has glorious hair now.

Feb 17, 2011
Knowing that that one guy you tried to hook up with but didn't last year and his gaggle of gays is going to be at the short film showcase you're attending tonight and knowing that they all hate you because he hates you because you called him a sloppy kisser
Feb 17, 201116 notes
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Not being able to breathe through my nose/not wanting to breathe through my mouth

Conundrum. 

Feb 17, 2011
Feb 17, 20115 notes
Just going to move to Philadelphia and become a sex god before your very eyes/blogs

Putting it out in the universe

Feb 17, 201110 notes
WHAT KIND OF HAIRCUT SHOULD I GET TOMORROW Y'ALL?
Feb 17, 20116 notes
Feb 16, 2011
Feb 16, 201115 notes
Fuck And Run Liz Phair

And I can feel it in my bones
I’m gonna spend my whole life alone
It’s fuck and run, fuck and run
Even when I was seventeen
Fuck and run, fuck and run
Even when I was twelve

Liz Phair singing my life.

Feb 16, 201118 notes
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