| Vingo: | (on the fact that the girls and guys all sat at opposite ends of the room) Well, I have already learned something about you and that is that you must all be homosexual. |
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| Vingo: | (on Danielle Falls) Are you mentally damaged? |
| Vingo: | You know what they said about George Washington? They said he could curse paint off a wall. That's some damn fine cursing. And he didn't use the F word either. What the hell did he use? |
| Vingo: | (on a girl who said her boyfriend was in college) Oh, you're one of those. |
| Vingo: | (on the evolution of technology) You'll say 'why didn't you just text me?' to your kids and they'll say 'Well, thought waves are much quicker.' |
| Vingo: | (on computer malfunctions) How many of you have hit the wrong button on a computer and you don't know what the hell happened? You're in the twilight zone? That F12 key...damn that F12 key... |
| Vingo: | (on teenage interests) Anyone catch the news last night? No cus you're all boring. |
| Vingo: | (on the possibility of an abduction victim going to college) How would you like to be his roommate? First day you walk in, meet him, say 'hey where're you from?' 'Well, they put me in a wall....' |
| Vingo: | (on note taking) How do you spell adolescence? Who was the pain in the ass that picked that word? You fail, good job. |
| Vingo: | (on math) Math is the nastiest 4 letter word God has ever created. We should say 'Math you!' |
| Vingo: | (on essays) How long does it have to be? Answer the damn question, that's how long it has to be. |
| Vingo: | (on TV) You've never seen Ally McBeal? Ally McBeal is a great show. |
| Vingo: | (on the lesson plan) Well on day 4 the first thing we did was collect homework and the second thing we did was listen to Green Day's American Idiot. (Uncensored version) and How Far is Heaven. All in all, this is going to be a productive day. |
| Vingo: | (on communication) How many of you have talked to your car? Nobody talks to their car? You should. |
| Vingo: | (on names) How would you like to have the last name Sheeckit? Think about it. |
Sex with people you don’t love is fun, physically. About the same amount of fun as, like, a bubble bath or eating a great pizza. But sex with someone you really love? That’s like touching the universe. Two totally different ball games.
Becky Gilbert
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(Source: relent1ess, via portraitofaghost)
We Wrote the Night
We wrote the night in shockwaves that rip roar through the milky way
Shooting through trembling fingertips gripping your hand tight
Yeah we wrote the night
In waves of bright lights that beamed through your eyes
Eyes that sparkle like pennys in a subway grate - the brightness in a sea of dark - a glimmer of luck and chance and hope and fortune that I happen to find once in a while.
Less cliche than a fortune cookie, much more wise and when they look at me it’s like a star watching my dreams- darling you’re a star and it’s all I can do to stop myself from being cliche…but I fail sometimes, don’t I? Here, hand me that pen.
We wrote the night in kisses and smiles
We wrote the night in looks from the inky black pupil to the inky black skies.
Times New Roman won’t do, no font can contain you, just the night - and even that which seems to stretch forever tried to spread itself just a little thinner to keep you - it was a favor I asked
We wrote the night in sighs
No script in sight except the cursive laid out in constellations
“I have to go” “That’s nice”
And it didn’t matter that you were late because we weren’t finished
But then, we never are, we’re never done - just one more eon, can I keep you forever? Would that be okay with you?
And that night is still there. Same sky, same as it’s always been
except for the fact that no it’s not because we wrote the night - that night - and forced the dawn back - you and i spun opposite the earth and had enough power to slow down its turns so we could be together for just a moment longer.
And baby we changed the night. We rewrote the world.
We wrote the night and read it later underneath the sun
Where it seemed to be nothing but a fairytale
A solid unit makes up the middle portion of the bed, with several adjoining strips of foam connected at either end. Between these slats one can drop their shoulder or arm.
