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enochianwarbirds:

OH MY FUCKING GOD

i borrowed my friend’s laptop and here’s the desktop

which is a little creepy but ok

but did you know that you can set your desktop to change every now and then

BECAUSE I DIDN’T AND I MINIMIZED MY BROWSER

I NEARLY PISSED MYSELF

Thank you guys SO much for reblogging and retweeting my survey! In 6 days, with all of your help, I was able to get 125 responses. I downloaded all of the data and a copy of the survey, and my Tumblr post, and deleted them.

I would send you all cookies if I could!

So excited! I have a food problem. Probably why I have a weight problem.

jwisser:

“I turn on my computer. I wait impatiently as it connects. I go online. And my breath catches in my chest until I hear three little words: “You’ve got mail.” I hear nothing—not even a sound on the streets of New York. Just the beating of my own heart. I have mail. From you.”

— You’ve Got Mail

Not about jwisser though. :P

unnomjuste:

ladywhimsy87:

Why the hell am I spending time looking at fancy lingerie? Why do I actually care? I can’t speak for lesbian relationships, as I’ve only been with guys, but seriously, it all comes off in the end, doesn’t it? The guys I’ve had relationships with (both romantically and platonically) are generally so excited that they’re about to see boobs that they could care less about what’s covering them.

And yet, I feel this compulsion to keep looking.

Lingerie is wonderful. I love the feeling of it, I love how it makes me feel, and I love how it makes me look. When I put on something sexy, it’s always for me first and my partner second. Of course, my partner’s reaction to it falls into the “how it makes me feel” category, but it’s only a small part of the bigger picture. And anyway, more than half the time I do wear lingerie, I’m home alone. ;)

As Mitch Hedberg said, “I don’t stop doing something because of what happens at the end. Do you want an apple? No, eventually it will be a core.”

So, anyway… I don’t think there’s anything wrong with looking at and enjoying lingerie. It’s fun! (And I promise, there are lots of people who enjoy seeing their partners in sexy stuff.)

You’re absolutely right. Perhaps since my bust is… not small, I’ve had more of an eye for practicality. For an example, I love lace, but it tends to bother my skin. Or those lovely delicate lace bras often have very thin straps, which doesn’t end well for my shoulders. I’ve never really worn it while alone, but maybe I should start. It’s possible that my pull to look at it despite my feelings come from a need to have “teh pretty.” And pretty they are. It just feels so purely feminine.

Why the hell am I spending time looking at fancy lingerie? Why do I actually care? I can’t speak for lesbian relationships, as I’ve only been with guys, but seriously, it all comes off in the end, doesn’t it? The guys I’ve had relationships with (both romantically and platonically) have said that they are generally so excited that they’re about to see boobs that they could care less about what’s covering them.

And yet, I feel this compulsion to keep looking.