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John Dwyer. I can still hear his ‘WOO!’ without audio. 


John Dwyer. I can still hear his ‘WOO!’ without audio. 

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"I like you too Damon"

"I like you too Damon"

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A moment in rock and roll history

Ty Segall tells his band, and the crowd at the Hi Dive, that this is the last time they will ever play this song before launching into a cover of Paranoid by Black Sabbath. After the song is over, the band begins to put on their jackets and leave but the crowd demands one more song. “Ok, ok..”

Ty looks at his band as asks “what should we play?” and is met with shrugs. He smiles, leans into the mic, and apologizes to the crowd saying “well guys..I’m sorry, I lied to you..” and begins playing the intro riff to Paranoid by Black Sabbath. His drummer makes an excruciated face, and the whole band comes right back in on cue - they play the entire song over again.

The final setlist for the night:
Thank God For Sinners
You’re The Doctor
I Bought My Eyes
Imaginary Person
Standing At The Station
Tell Me What’s Inside Your Heart
The Tongue
The Hill
I Am With You
Pretty Baby (You’re So Ugly)
The Drag

I just said “AnyHusker Du” during a phone call like a fucking GENIUS

Asker Anonymous Asks:
i ddn't like it but i worried for your sense of identity
heynowwaitaminutebaby heynowwaitaminutebaby Said:

It dies and is reborn again everyday, like a beautiful neurotic phoenix. 

I fear that people are fav’ing the original text, and not my snarky rebuttal. 

Sex is not a goddamn performance.

Sex should feel as natural as drinking water.

It should not require confidence.

Sex should happen, because the moment is ripe.

Ripening lips, ripening labia, ripening cock, ripening pupils, ripening state of being. Ripe and augmented and brimming. Your energy goes to your pumping heart, then to every external nerve, then to theirs, on fire.

You bask, roll, play in it. You sigh, moan, laugh.

It’s not about being “good in bed.”

It’s about being happy.

One should never worry if they’re doing it “correctly.” Sex is not factual. I don’t want your cookie-cutter sex, I don’t want your meticulously crafted, calculated, fool-proof fuck. I don’t want a show. I want you. Let your instincts, urges and whims define that. It’s enough.

What do most girls like? Forget about it. Statistics are meaningless when there’s only one. Hello, here’s me. Here’s you.

Don’t worry about taking it too slow. We got time. We got infinite rhythms, combinations, possibilities. Explore each fuck. Take our time. We can do a different one later.

Don’t worry about making me come. I’m here. Right where I want to be.

I am overwhelmed by wanting; you don’t have to convince me. I want you because I like you. So don’t put on a front. Don’t taint this.

I’m frustrated—it’s just authenticity I want.

It’s originality.

It’s passion.

It’s joy.

Don’t say that something I like is ugly. Don’t compare yourself to the rest. You will live and die with and within your experiences like everyone else. If someone thinks you are amazing, they are not wrong. Their universe is as real as any other; it is forged through perception.

I don’t care if you accidentally slammed my head into the wall, if you slipped out, if my arm cracked, if the delightful pressure of your wet lips on my anything made a silly sound. There is no right way and no wrong way.

“Good in bed,” what.

You’re good in my bed. I’m pleased you’re there. I feel it suits you.

Shove your technique. Let your memory swallow it. Fuck me like you’d fuck me, fuck me like you feel.

This isn’t a test.

via skwyrtle from reddit.  (via stolenwine)

Everything is a performance because I don’t know who I am. Everything requires confidence because I don’t know what I’m doing. 

Thanks for the encouragement, but I’m too scared to fuck you. 

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New tumblr rule! Everyone gets 1 Broad City photoset reblog a week. 

All of my roommates are practicing on their preferred instruments, and it sounds really cool. 


Because your dash needs a rainbow jammin’ Poehler.

Looks almost identical to the drummer for The Black Angels 


Because your dash needs a rainbow jammin’ Poehler.

Looks almost identical to the drummer for The Black Angels 

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Pissed Jeans,
Hope for Men

drinking a soda with a slice of pizza in my fantasy world 

TCGS kids - call backs to old bits are fun, but you literally have the entirety of existence at your disposal. The show can be about anything. ANYTHING

Let’s get weirder than that.