the_dimwit

How Twilight Works

So what about men that like Twilight?
If you’re male and you like Twilight, you’re gay. I don’t mean that in the derogatory sense, I mean it in the “you want to put your testicles against another man’s testicles while gripping handfuls of chesthair” kind of way.

And the movie?
The movie is just the same uninspired crap shat out onto a film reel. If you like the taste of horse manure on your bologna sandwiches, you’re probably gonna like it on your birthday cake as well. The same principle applies with Twilight.

I shall stop this Phoenix mania ASAP.

melancholic-muse:

andthenfuck:

You wake up without any intention of doing anything. You wake up with an intention of writing something, anything artistic, anything conjured up in your mind. You wake up with the blinding light of your double-deck. You wake up with the mute environment of the morning. You wake up with your boxers on. You wake up not noticing the dried up blood on your elbows, the fresh wound on your eyebrows. You wake up thinking this and that, and then—fuck.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that mornings suck.

Well that morning was especially worth the hate since he suddenly remembered everything—the blood stains, the wound.