It seems like I'm high, but baby I'm crawling. In the unbearable days I threw away, that I should have savored. The flaxen light off of the dying wheat, Your rye whiskey mouth and your dandelion teeth. This is the Golden Age.
RuPaul needs YOUR help. Based on all the evidence, who do you think should be America’s Next Drag Superstar? RUBlog if you want Alaska to win!
YOUR VOTE COUNTS!
ALASKA THUNDERFUCK FOR LYFE, YO!
Prior to this season, James Harden and Jeremy Lin were two players who’d never had the chance to write their own stories. In New York, Lin was pressed into service as both a humble standard-bearer and a basketball messiah, one whose actual abilities were obscured by the phenomenon he created. In Oklahoma City, Harden was a key cog for a Thunder team to build a dream on. (“I keep thinking about those three guys with their arms around each other,” Bill Simmons wrote in the aftermath of the deal that broke up the Harden-Kevin Durant-Russell Westbrook trio, sounding like someone weeping into his People magazine over a celebrity divorce.) Both players were prisoners of other people’s fantasies about what they should be.
And Chandler! DON’T FORGET CHANDLER!
GREAT USE OF AN OLD T-SHIRT
cool idea, bro.
Lawl, I’ve been missing from tumblr lately (slammed at work), but as soon as I saw the Magic Mike redband trailer was out I was sucked right back in. I knew you freaks wouldn’t disappoint. The Magic Mike tag is GOLD!