|—|| Neil Gaiman (via michellardi)
|—|| Anne Sexton (via michellardi)
|—|| Boy Bands and Sexism: Can We Stop Hating Teenage Girls? (via brute-reason)
How do you best handle a long distance relationship?
Don’t do it.
If you can only have one, what would it be: A successful career, or a lasting relationship?
A successful career. If I had a lasting relationship but I’m a taong grasa, nakakahiya naman sa mahal ko diba.
What is the worst career advice you have received?
Basta magaling ka, you’ll get places - WRONG! Basta MUKHA KANG magaling kay boss… Yon!
How do you define success?
When at the end of the day you can say, “I’m livin’ the life.”
What advice would you give your 20-year-old self?
Bahala ka sa buhay mo, kaya mo yan.
|—|| Derrick Brown (via poemusicoffee)
Do you feel guilt? That’s not a loaded question, I mean it in regard to your very (very) well developed sense of mature morality. You just seem like such a morally advanced person that you’d sort of be “beyond” guilt.
The only people who are beyond guilt are narcissists and sociopaths. I feel guilty for shit all the time, and I’m glad that I do. Guilt is evidence of a functioning conscience.
If anything, I’d like to be beyond shame. Shame is different than guilt. To be shameless is to not give a fuck what other people think. It requires the moral code and strength of character to know you’re in the right even though others believe you’re in the wrong.
What is special about Wednesdays?
On Wednesdays we wear pink.
What are reasonable guidelines to dating a friend’s ex?
What are your thoughts on cuddle parties?
How does one go about ensuring that the people they drag home for a little no-strings don’t talk too much?
Why don’t I know what to do? Strike that, why do all paths seem to lead nowhere?
Because nothing matters.
What’s the quickest way to stop acting like a lovesick puppy?
You’re on a drug. You gotta let that shit wear off naturally.
What about Lena Dunham do you hate?
I don’t hate Lena Dunham. She’s just an easy punch line.
What’s the problem with The Newsroom?
It hasn’t earned the right to be so smug.
The people whose questions get answered must feel so privileged.
How does it feel?
I lost a bunch of weight and now I look like an American Apparel model. What now?
I dunno, buy a unitard and practice your bitch-face.
A one-night stand told me that I hide behind sarcasm. What does that say about me?
It says you let your one night stands talk too much.
"The people with the best advice usually have the most problems."
The people who believe things just because they’re in quotation marks usually have the lowest IQs.
Is it impossible to become good, close friends with someone you’re having sex with without dating them?
Dating is a courtship ritual. You don’t have to date, but if you’re bonding with a sexual partner, it’s a difficult trick to keep things mutually platonic without some explicit ground rules and a lot of open, honest communication.
Settle a bet for me: are black and pink tacky together?
Yep, especially if an animal print is involved. I think Betsey Johnson tried to pull that shit off once, but black and pink doesn’t belong outside of the gym or the strip club. (Except on Wednesdays, of course.)
Does it really get better?
Probably. For a while. Might not, though. You’re still gonna die in the end anyway, so you might as well enjoy whatever you’ve got while you can.
What do you say to people who say, “we’ll just have to agree to disagree?”
Response #1 (The High Road): “‘We’ll just have to agree to disagree’ is a thought terminating cliché that implies your argument is on equal footing as mine. It’s not, and if you aren’t willing to defend your position any further, then we’ll just have to agree you’ve conceded the point.”
Response #2 (The Middle Road): “We’ll just have to agree you’re wrong, so go sit in the corner and be wrong in your wrongness.”
Response #3 (The Low Road): “Agree to go fuck yourself.”
Rate your own level of hotness between one and ten.
To answer with a number is to commodify myself and compete with my entire gender. Fuck that. No one should have to accept the premise of this question.
My friend moved to LA and became an egotistical dick. What the fuck?
LA is a catalyst for that kind of thing, but rest assured, it would have happened eventually anyway.
Why can’t I stop feeling like I’m nothing but wasted potential?
Because you’re living your life like it’s a preamble to some eventual state of accomplishment.