U of T Intramurals
55 Harbord Street M6J 3R5 Toronto, ON, Canada

when I was but a small child, ignorant in the ways of the world, I heard Kate Bush's cover of Rocket Man and I could only imagine Piglet (from Winnie the Pooh) singing it. relistening to it now, being quite a bit older and marginally wiser, I can't help but revisit the mental image from my youth of a nervous Piglet in an Apollo capsule, and can't help admitting that it doesn't diminish the song whatsoever

never realized that having a cyst could be THIS sexy, honestly. but I should've seen it coming.

some misinformed people might tell you that dinosaur bones are a trick by Satan to test our faith. THE TRUTH is that our horrible hairless ape bodies are a trick by Satan to try to make us forget that we are all actually dinosaurs

"I'm ride or die, baby," my partner reassures me. "you mean ride AND die," I reply. both of us know this is true.

nothing is naturally the color "yellow." if you see something that's "yellow" in nature then you know for a fact it's been tampered with by cruel human hands. dandelion flowers. fall leaves. the sun. these are all victims of a tragic and insidious campaign.

keep thinking about how this band I love went and wrote the single best song they'd written in well over a decade and then made it the exclusive B-side to a single. and they didn't even include it on the album, it was just on the release of the single. and they don't play it at shows or anything, it's a tragedy. an absolute tragedy, an incredible banger of a song left to rot like that. this has nothing to do with anything.