February 2011
Aight, Sluts...
My bra is OFF.
My smock is ON.
My 90’s rap playlist is BLASTING.
My turpentine and linseed oil are on POINT.
My brushes are WARSHED.
I’m gonna finish this fucking painting TONIGHT, Y’ALL.
January 2011
“Find out who you are and do it on purpose.”
– Dolly Parton (via sleepydumpling)
ahuntersheart:
Albrecht Dürer, Arm study for “Lucretia”, 1507
WatchSo, Torey, what do you like to do in your spare time?
Oh, I don’t know, make videos of myself lipsyncing Nicki Minaj songs in Photobooth and then post them on my tumblr, probably.
Ah, yes. I have to leave, now.
Mind-Cruton the Second: Dreamy English T.A.
Dear Dreamy English T.A.,
Thank you from the bottom of my pants for wearing that particular jacket during your Walt Whitman lecture today.
Seriously, your tailor deserves two free pizzas and a blowjob.
UGH WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO GODDAMN DREAMY, DREAMY ENGLISH T.A.???
I AM NOT ADEQUATELY EQUIPPED FOR THIS LEVEL OF HOTNESS.
Mind-Cruton: Bagel Sandwiches
Why do I always order breakfast sandwiches from Einstein Bagels?
Each and every time I am disappointed and yet I CONTINUE TO GIVE THEM MY MONEY.
They taste like plastic.
The sausage is TURKEY for god’s sake. That’s like listenting to DANNI minogue.
Life is hard when you are constantly hungry and too easily swayed by advertising.
Sam Cooke and Lou Rawls, Bring it on Home to Me
I...
WatchI don’t know.
I have no sense of propriety anymore.
I tried to holla at ‘em but they all trick bitches.
