This could be about you
Reading your blog
gives me such a rush
You’re my Tumblr Crush
.
Your words soothe me
like yoghurt on Thrush
You’re my Tumblr Crush
.
I don’t mean to shame you
witn my fanboy gush
But you’re my Tumblr Crush
.
Just your profile pic
makes my cheeks blush
You’re my Tumblr Crush
.
Your posts light up my life
like a flashlight on glitter
Should I also follow on Twitter?
NRA logic
The way to protect kids from guns is to put armed guards in every school.
The way to save kids from obesity is to put a McDonalds in every school.
The way to stop kids from losing their virginity is to put live sex shows in every school.
The way to protect kids from alcohol is to put bars in every school.
This ain’t a poem.
There ain’t no poetry in dumbfuckery.
SWEET
Is there a moment more amusing?
Could anything lift our hearts
as high with delight
and a slight edge of spite
when a pretty girl loudly farts?
SILENT LOVE
You’re just waiting for the right time, you say
before you make your move, and it won’t be today
because you’re waiting for a signal, a gesture, a sign
that tells you implicitly ‘I want you to be mine’
And it isn’t there yet, but you’re working it well
and you’re making progress slowly, surely, you can tell
because they now know your name and you get to hang out
and you’re considered ‘a friend’ and you’re always about
to go in for the kiss or tell them how you feel
but you pull back with fear (the time’s not right still)
so you’re having a party and they’ll come for a visit
and you’ve dressed up real fine, and tonight this is it
you’re not going to back out, you’re gonna go for it
but they come with someone else, and you have to ignore it
and you’ll wait patiently for this new romance to end
you’ll be the shoulder to cry on because you’re ‘a good friend’
but the desire for them never dwindles, it lingers
you want the taste of them on your tongue and your fingers
and the weeks wander by, and you feel quite distressed
deciphering every text for that sign, you’re obsessed,
and sometimes signs are there, and other times it is clear
that now you two are close you are still no where near
to making your move until you are certain
there’s no fear of rejection, you’re scared of being hurt and
that’s why for the right time you’ll always be waiting
and times hanging out won’t get promoted to dating
because in matters of the heart, you have to be brave
or you’ll take that silent love straight into the grave
HOW DOES DAVID BOWIE PRONOUNCE BOWIE?
David Bowie
is not how he
pronounces his name
those in the know
know he
says David Bowie
and so they say the same
(via tellmeimagoodcat)
GIF ME MORE
We’re stuck in a pattern
you and I
repeating the same emotional frames
over and over
And it was funny at first
It was fresh, it was new
I have to admit that I was amused
by our sequence of sex, now it’s awkward, sex, now it’s awkward, sex, now it’s awkward
sex, now it’s… you get the picture
We always knew what was coming
it was cosily familiar
and familiar became comforting
but now it’s getting boring
it’s time to move on
to scroll down
to lengthen our love story into something worthy of Vimeo
because if we don’t
if this so-called romance of ours just stays repeated
I’m afraid it’s time to edit page and you’ll be deleted
MORNING RULES
Wake me early
Find me surly
Let me sleep in
With no beeping
To feel greater
Rouse me later
And bring tea cup
Then I’ll get up
Nomenclateral thinking
Charlotte Church is the christian Shirley Temple.
Gary Numan is the replacement Gary Oldman.
Mel C is the smaller Billy Ocean.
Chris Rock is the bigger Joss Stone.
Kate Bush is the fuller Robert Plant.
Keira Knightley is the darker Tess Daly.
Keith Lemon is the sharper Jason Orange.
Kevin Bacon is the tastier Albert Broccoli.
Fearne Cotton is the Primark Kilroy-Silk.
Nathan Lane is the wider Kirsty Alley.
Nick Park is the municipal Graeme Garden.
Richard Hell is the horrible Anthony Eden.
Fern Britton is the larger Kathy Ireland.
Jennifer Grey is the lighter Cilla Black.
Roger Moore is the lesser Mickie Most.
Heather Nova is the brighter Ringo Starr.
Sadie Frost is the early Jon Snow (schadenfreudig)
Bettie Page, Jimmy Page and Elaine Paige are turned in Sorrell Booke (spookyunshod)
Dawn French is the more passionate Gregory Peck.
Tom Cruise is the wandering Neil Gaiman.
Lots of British celebrity names here, but the word game is clear. Can you think of any more?
I NEED YOU
I need you
I need you now
I need you with me
I need you to hug me
I need you to tongue me
I need you to make love to me
I need you to need me like I need you
I need you with me for the rest of my life
I need you like I have never needed anyone before
I need you to think about us, not just think about you
I need you to change for us to stay perfectly happy
I need you to listen to me for a bloody change
I need you to get out of the way of the TV
I need you to stop moving my things
I need you to give me some space
I need you to stop nagging
I need you to apologize
I need you to shut up
I need you to leave
I needed you
NEW MUM ON FACEBOOK
Her profile pic has changed a lot
from a vibrant young woman to a sleeping tot
And as for updates: her only news
is that her baby often poos
Every first gurgle and smile is described
(that’s why I’ve quietly unsubscribed)
VAN GOGH (by Poor Phraser)
The Americans know
that it’s Vincent van Gogh
But the English do scoff
No, it’s Vincent van Gogh
Well, I know this much
‘cos I’ve lived with the Dutch
and it’s Vincent van Gogh
van GOGH
VAN GOGH
Now, that doesn’t rhyme with anything at all
(except, perhaps, your cat coughing up a furball)
