You're Allowed To Say "sex" On The Internet. See? I Just Did It. Sex. Sex Sex Sex. You Don't Have To

the problem with reading and writing leading to a strong vocabulary is that you tend to know the vibe of words instead of their meanings.

if I used this word in a sentence, would it make sense? absolutely. if you asked me what it meant, could I tell you? absolutely not.

I've started watching House MD recently for a friend and now every time I feel a twitch in my arms or legs I imagine the zoom in on my muscles failing or something and I'll fall over and maybe just maybe when I open my eyes sweet baby boy Wilson will be there waiting to tell me I'm dying

this stupid ass opening lyric this is why the buttsex brothers had you on covers duty for so long

“We nearly always went up to his little music room that he’d had built at the top of the house, Daddy’s room, where we would get away from it all. I like to get away from people to songwrite, I don’t like to do it in front of people. It’s like sex for me, I was never an orgy man. So John and I would sit down and by then it might be one or two o’clock, and by four or five o’clock we’d be done”. – Paul McCartney, Many Years From Now

immediately after admitting songwriting is like Sex he follows with Yeah so John and I would do it together. do you hear yourself paul.

literally why do uni profs put together the worst group project match-ups of all time. i feel like paul mccartney in get back trying to get work done while one member is off doing heroin with his new girlfriend, one is threatening to go solo and wants me dead, and one just wants everyone to get along but really does not give a fuck. meanwhile i know we gotta get up on the rooftop in 10 days and we have like five songs done

best thing you can do with a repressed character is hit them with various hammers and sharp objects until they crack open to reveal beautiful sparkling homosexuality inside. geode guy

Paul McCartney is fun because if you don't know anything about him then he seems oddly flavorless for a rockstar, void of the kind of flash you see with people like Bowie or Jagger or Mercury. But the moment you start learning anything about this man, you began to unravel the reality that he might be the biggest freak of them all

just started watching house and I thought yall were exaggerating but no. every episode is just like three wrong diagnoses that almost kill the patient and then house is like "he has underwater skunk herpes" and they give the guy a new butthole and he's cured. and then house chugs vicodin while talking about wanting to rail wilson.

I hope Paul McCartney knows there are beautiful stories written in elegant prose about him getting his back blown out.