I am no gentleman. I can be a prick. And I do regret More than I admit. ~ "Everything We Had" The Academy Is
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Tough Guise: Violence, Media & The Crisis in Masculinity
with Ed. M, Ph.D Jackson Katz
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Bitches ain’t shit and they ain’t sayin’ nothing A hundred motherfuckers can’t tell me nothing
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W = Fd
When Physics teaches us that to put in work you have to F the D.
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“Wrong Century” — Brilliant illustration by artist Tomas Kucerovsky depicting the fate of plus-size beauty in the modern age.
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i would absolutely punch a younger version of myself in the face
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forum > help
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A Prose Poem
When you're searching for something to say, and it's not on the table, it's not on your plate, it's not in your mind, and you're grasping for it, and the wind slips through your fingers and no matter how hard you grip, the air kisses your skin, and you're fishing for the words but today they're not biting, and your net of wrapped hopes is empty, and there's no Stranger to shout "Cast thy net here," and your boat capsizes, and there's more words than you can imagine, but they're all wrong, and you're drowning on a thousand songs never sung, a hundred last heartbeats, and ten tiny syllables that could change everything, and the storm retches you onto shore, and you're still not sure of what to say even though you've spilled half a million stories onto the sand, but what demands can you make of lifeless words or grains, and the wind makes the words cut like swords on your wet skin, and in the pain, in the inward heat as your heart is struck by the stony silence, in the wrath of the words, the word isn't anywhere to be found because you have become the word you need to say.
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peer reviewing aka “this is so painful i wish i could just rewrite your paper for you oh my god”
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The Bullshit Police in “Friend Zone”
Written by SungWon ProZD Cho
Illustrated by Jackson Siro Wyse
Guess what, fellas, girls are not OBLIGATED to date you, and if what she perceives as a friendship results in you being a whiny piece of garbage because she won’t date you (because how DARE she!!!), then TOO BAD.
Jackson took my “GO MAKE ME A SANDWICH YOLO” shirt from my original script and went all out with a MENAGERIE of terrible clothing. Good job, Jackson.
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Varys: When you imagine yourself up there, how do you look? Does the crown fit? Do all the lords and ladies simper and bow, the ones who sneered at you for years?
Petyr: It's hard for them to simper and bow without heads.
Varys: A man with great ambition and no morals - I wouldn't bet against you.
→ You win, or you die.
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