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tsunamis:

ypaul:

bethlehems:

(via cleavingmind): can we hang out already?

Girl, come to College Park (when the apocalypse ends, obviously) and we can drink Woodchuck forever and ever.  And probably wear too much flannel.

I can haz woodchuck? I promise I won’t go to the reflecting pool, above ground metro prob isn’t open.

1. I want to come drink woodchuck.
2. I want to wear flannel.
3. I want to see Yitzy fall in the reflecting pool.
4. I want snowpocalypse to end.

If it means I get to meet you, then yes to all 4.

I only have three bottles of Woodchuch left but y’all can come over whenever (except for now because I am basically sleeping).

tsunamis asked: If Emily Dickinson and Walt Whitman got into a fistfight, who would win? What about if they were on Jeopardy? Finally: celebrity crush of the moment?

Okay, so America’s Most Famous Reclusive Lesbian Poet vs. Lincoln’s Biggest Fan (anyone who doubts the queer sexualities of these two, just go back and read anything they’ve written.  Then get back to me).  We’ve established that Emily is pissed off that her sister-in-law did not return her love (which was as wide and great as all the nature metaphors you can think of) and Walt would, if he were alive today, be sporting American flag boxers.  Because I imagine Walt as sort of sagging and skinny and with a big beard and Emily filled up with all this crazy pent-up rage from writing love poems into a void, I think the latter would probably wreck the former in a fistfight.  Jeopardy is a tough call, though.  Emily doesn’t really get out much, but she’s heavily invested in the inner workings of all creatures great and small (yo, shit, I am dragging Coleridge into this clusterfuck now).  But…Walt knows his history, and every intimate detail about Lincoln (“When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d,” anybody?).  That’s a tough call, but I might have to go with Walt, since dude is heavily invested in, like, reconciling America after the Civil War and everything, and that takes practical, factual working knowledge.

As for celebrity crushes, Drake drives me nuts with all his shit about how he got so far without having a deal, getting a break, blah blah blah, and dude’s real name is Aubrey, but I’m always down when he appears on my computer screen.  Besides, he’s got money to blow.

Anonymous asked: You should come get snowed in and drink whiskey with me

This would be a fantastic plan if:

1. I could go places that aren’t in walking distance of my house, and
2. You weren’t anonymous.

Alas, sir or madame, the factors are not aligned to your proposal!

earthquakeweather asked: I have a little crush on you!

Well, thank you thank you! :)

(via trueaffections): Drake and Nicki at Lil Wayne’s goodbye party. Shoulda been there, kids.

Minaj is a five-star bitch, for real.  I love her.

Yeah, I had to look it up, too.  It’s a bar, and the Kensington is their version of a Manhattan.

2 oz. bourbon
2 dashes Peychaud’s bitters
1/2 oz. sweet vermouth
1/2 oz. dry vermouth
1 heaping tsp. orange marmalade
large orange twist.

Combine the first five ingredients in a pint glass, fill it with ice, and stir briskly for 25 seconds.  Strain into a chilled cocktail glass and garnish with an orange twist.  From this month’s Details.

(via tsunamis): Crackin’ it. Also, new official winter wardrobe.

(via piemakerwillie): Let me know how this tastes? I’m so conflicted on if I should buy it or not.

Willie, Red Stag is 100% worth it.  Jenna bought me a bottle for Christmas and it was the best thing ever.  Also, when it’s warm (i.e. when you’ve carried a flask of it around in your back pocket in the snow after trekking downtown DC for a few hours) it tastes even better.

(via cleavingmind): although this would look better with boots, i don’t care. it looks comfy, that bag is bangin’, and i want a bandeau headwrap.

Olsen twins ALWAYS look like Gollum at the head and most of the time their clothes are a little too reminiscent of bag ladies for me, but I am really, really digging this.  Mostly ‘cause I want the bag.  Yo, someone buy me a bag.

(via ericnelson) (via tylerpaige)

(via helloadam)

This makes me want to go camping.  ATTN: FRIENDS, can we go camping when it gets warmer?  I’m never actually sure what you’re supposed to do when you go camping—I went camping all the time in high school but we had, like, work and activities to do—but I think it would be fun.