In A World Of Dirty Food Courts, I'm One Of The Rare FEW Who Returns My Tray To The Slot Above The Trash

In a world of dirty food courts, I'm one of the rare FEW who returns my tray to the slot above the trash and cleans up all my trash. SHARE THIS POST if you're attracted to women

This is a comment someone appended to a photo of two men apparently having sex in a very fancy room, but it’s also kind of an amazing two-line poem? “His Wife has filled his house with chintz” is a really elegant and beautiful counterbalancing of h, f, and s sounds, and “chintz” is a perfect word choice here—sonically pleasing and good at evoking nouveau riche tackiness. And then “to keep it real I fuck him on the floor” collapses that whole mood with short percussive sounds—but it’s still a perfect iambic pentameter line, robust and a lovely obscene contrast with the chintz in the first line. Well done, tumblr user jjbang8

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fashion, expect i wear everything when it’s considered out of style yet singlehandedly bring it back to relevancy due to my sheer amount of swag

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