(via vanitykills—-)
I wish it was real.
I LOVE MY TUMBLR FRIENDS
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(via brennadaugherty)
Tokyo Tower. My teacher told our class today that on New Years they have a giant club underneath it. Maybe I’ll go :P
(via surrenderyourheart)
I’ve wanted my hair this colour for so long but no, I must resist, it’s all my natural colour now so I just need to leave it alone!!
wannttttt
I am a sick man… I am a spiteful man. I am an unpleasant man. I think my liver is diseased.
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(Notes from Underground) - Fyodor Dostoevsky (via lapetitebaobab) This immediately led me to think about my recent ex and the path he is going down on…. |
Stereotyping People by Their Favorite Author
J.D. Salinger
Kids who don’t fit in (duh).
Stephanie Meyer
People who type like this: OMG. Mah fAvvv <3 <3.
J.K. Rowling
Smart geeks.
Jeffrey Eugenides
Girls who didn’t get enough drama when they were younger.
Lauren Weisberger
Girls who can’t read. Or think.
Jonathan Safran Foer
30somethings who were cool when they were 20something.
Jodi Picoult
Your mom when she’s at her time of the month.
Leo Tolstoy
Guys I want to date.
Fyodor Dostoevsky
Guys I want to sleep with. (The difference between the two Russian authors lies in the fact that I think the Underground Man is sexier than Pierre Buzukhov).
Christopher Buckley (or William F. Buckley)
People who love excess verbiage.
Ayn Rand
Workaholics seeking validation.
David Foster Wallace
Confirmed 90’s literati.
Jane Austen (or Bronte Sisters)
Girls who made out with other girls in college when they were going through a “phase”.
Haruki Murakami
People who like good music.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
People who can start a fire.
Nathaniel Hawthorne
People who used to sleep so heavy that they would pee their pants.
Charles Dickens
Ninth graders who think they’re going to be authors someday but end up in marketing.
William Shakespeare
People who like bondage.
Mark Twain
Liars.
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
People who drink scotch.
Dominick Dunne
People who get their class from Vanity Fair.
Anne Rice
People who don’t use conditioner in their hair.
Edgar Allan Poe
Men who live in their mother’s basements. Or goth seventh graders.
Michael Crichton
Doctors that went to third-tier medical schools.
John Grisham
Doctors that went to medical schools in the Dominican Republic.
Dan Brown
People who used to get lost in supermarkets when they were kids.
Dave Eggers
Guys who are in the third coolest frat of a private college.
Emily Griffin
Women who give their boyfriend marriage ultimatums.
Anais Nin
Librarians.
Margaret Atwood
Women whose favorite color is hunter green.
William Faulkner
People who are good at crosswords.
Jackie Collins
Your drunk stepmother.
Nicholas Sparks
Women who are usually constipated.
James Patterson
Men that score a 153 on their LSAT exam.
Sylvia Plath
Girls who keep journals (too easy).
Harper Lee
People that have read only one book in their life and it was To Kill A Mockingbird (and it was their assigned reading in the ninth grade).
Nick Hornby
Guys who wear skinny jeans and the girls that love them.
Ernest Hemingway
Men who own cottages.
Vladimir Nabokov
Men who use words like ‘dubious’ and ‘tenacity’.
Friedrich Nietzsche
Sommelieres.
Thomas Aquinas
Premature ejaculators.
Pearl S. Buck
Women whose favorite president was Harry S. Truman.
Rebecca Wells
Women on the East coast that wish they were from the South.
Alice Sebold
People that liked Gilmore Girls – even in the first season.
Stephen King
11th graders who peed their pants while watching the movie It.
H.P. Lovecraft
People who can quote the Comic Book Guy from Simpsons.
Brothers Grimm
Only children with Oedipal complexes.
Lewis Carroll
People that move to Thailand after high school for the drug scene.
Tucker Max
Guys that haven’t convinced their girlfriends to try anal yet.
Alexis de Tocqueville
Political theory and constitutional democracy majors.
Tom Clancy
People that skipped school by hiding out in the gym.
Herman Hesse
People that own one straw chair in their house.
Phillippa Gregory
Women who have repressed their desire to go to Renaissance Festivals
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Men that can’t lie but will instead be silent if they know you don’t want to hear the truth.
Susan Wiggs
Older women who are surprisingly loud during sex.
Nicole Krauss
Girls that intern at Nylon but end up moving back to the Midwest for their real job.
Mitch Albom
People that didn’t go to college but do well on crossword puzzles.
Stieg Larsson
Girls that are too frightened to go skydiving.
Sue Grafton
Women that have an @aol.com email address.
Virginia Woolf
Female high-school French teachers that have their master’s degree.
(Via Tanner written by Lauren Leto)
