rgr-pop:

i think this is super important, obvs.

August and Everything After is a total 90s Woman Album, for sure. Everyone talks about she’s been dying and I’ve been drinking which has been killing me lately, and people always used to talk about she has trouble acting normal when she’s nervous but no one has ever talked enough about snap her up in a butterfly net, pin her down on a photograph album which was like the singular nineties dude project, or even more her kindness bangs a gong which honestly couldn’t be more right now.

like, basically what i want to #overshare #confess #justkidding is that i totally have a counting crows song on both my “summer 2012” and “freedom 2012” spotify mixes and, like, why are you the only person talking about this? i think you should keep talking about it. so right now. 

23 Aug 2012 / Reblogged from rgr-pop with 16 notes / 90swoman 

thank you to the person who emailed this to me last night with the note “nooo this is all new. new.” 

i’ve actually been meaning to put this away. that song is great, though. 

i’ve actually been meaning to put this away. that song is great, though. 

malarky-shenanigans:

spice girls : too much

[i want a man not a boy who thinks he can]

fyi i have seen the spice girls in concert also sporty spice on her solo tour. 

alicemalicepalace:

Fine, you’ve got me.

(Semi-Charmed Life mashup with Carly Rae Jepsen)

Also, this

it’s so good i almost can’t listen to it. it might also make a really dirty pop song even dirtier. impressive. 

boysoprano:

Crying Glasses, Hayley Newman, 1995

Over a year I wore the crying glasses while travelling on public transport in all the cities I visited. The glasses functioned using a pump system which, hidden inside my jacket allowed me to pump water up out of the glasses and produced a trickle of tears down my cheeks. The glasses were conceived as a tool to enable the representation of feelings in public spaces. Over the months of wearing the glasses they became an external mechanism which enabled the manifestation of internal and unidentifiable emotions.

boysoprano:

Crying Glasses, Hayley Newman, 1995

Over a year I wore the crying glasses while travelling on public transport in all the cities I visited. The glasses functioned using a pump system which, hidden inside my jacket allowed me to pump water up out of the glasses and produced a trickle of tears down my cheeks. The glasses were conceived as a tool to enable the representation of feelings in public spaces. Over the months of wearing the glasses they became an external mechanism which enabled the manifestation of internal and unidentifiable emotions.

WHAT EXACTLY DO YOU MEAN BY PERSONAL LIFE? BUT WHAT EXACTLY DO YOU MEAN BY PERSONAL? 
things i have been asking in public since at least 1996 (when i participated in this roundtable for my college alumni magazine). 

WHAT EXACTLY DO YOU MEAN BY PERSONAL LIFE? BUT WHAT EXACTLY DO YOU MEAN BY PERSONAL? 

things i have been asking in public since at least 1996 (when i participated in this roundtable for my college alumni magazine). 

rgr-pop:

Would go there tho, not above it

a boyfriend once bought me shalimar as a christmas gift. “my mom wears it,” he told me. and that was absolutely the end of that. (i still have it. i kind of love it. i never wear it. omg, lying, now wearing it, it’s amazing, maybe i should start wearing it again, or at least i will spritz it on rgr when she comes to new york.) 

rgr-pop:

Would go there tho, not above it

a boyfriend once bought me shalimar as a christmas gift. “my mom wears it,” he told me. and that was absolutely the end of that. (i still have it. i kind of love it. i never wear it. omg, lying, now wearing it, it’s amazing, maybe i should start wearing it again, or at least i will spritz it on rgr when she comes to new york.) 

26 May 2012 / Reblogged from rgr-pop with 11 notes / 90swoman juvenilia oldloves fuck twitter 

whitechocolateraspberrylatte:

“Sugarcoated” - Aimee Mann

It wasn’t nice though
I came back twice so
now I’m the antichrist

there was a dead barbie on the street last night and no one seemed to care. 

there was a dead barbie on the street last night and no one seemed to care