hiredgoons:

I just came across some gutter punk begging for change and using his malnourished dog as a sympathy crutch. So I went to the deli, bought half a pound of ham and slowly fed it to the hungry dog while he watched.

I need to smoke some kush with hiredgoons.

The millennial generation younger people can best be summed up by the complaints that their birthday is not individualistic enough of a date. It’s a quiet way of expressing your disdain for the day of your conception because it’s so damn common.

A non sequitur follows…This is why the plebes in Zuccotti Park haven’t gotten much done. They’re too busy being different to recognize their commonalities.

This is now a political blog but only in regards to astrology and only featuring a vaguely omniscient narrator explicating the author’s thinking during the post.

I feel like Ricky Henderson when I do this.

Down Days

journalofajournalist:

Just saw a corpse in the Union Square L station. Someone fell/jumped onto the tracks. NYPD, EMS were huddled around the body, which was in a body bag by the time our train arrived into the station. We had to duck under the police tape to leave the station.

cvxn:

Dear friends on Tumblr whose links I always reblog (this means you, writerfolk)

It’s y’all’s turn to reblog the favour with a tenderhearted little poem thing I wrote for the Giggz to help with motherless-Mother’s Day bittersweetness. Some unknown foolery with the machines behind the scenes meant it never hit the HG Tumblr.

I don’t share a lot of poems with the internet, but thanks to the amazing support I’ve been getting from my lovely editor Rebecca, this actually didn’t feel risky at all.

YOLO is the FUBU of solipsistic Caucasian potheads.