There, I fixed it for you.
I mean, the Pope is still one of the surprisingly raddest dudes around, butlet’s not pretend that Edward Snowden didn’t twerk all over our fascist oppressors this year.
(And as someone who has twice been Time's person of the year, I obviously know what I’m talking about.)
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Me and my hair, at age 19, somewhere in Switzerland — outside Bern, I think — on a very-bad-idea road trip from Grenoble, France, to Munich for Oktoberfest. 1994.
Newspaper boy Ned Parfett sells copies of the Evening News telling of the Titanic maritime disaster, outside the White Star Line offices at Oceanic House in London’s Cockspur Street. Six years later Parfett was killed during a German bombardment whilst serving in France, just days before the end of World War I. April 16, 1912.
A new company called And Vinyly allows you to press your ashes after you die into a vinyl record.
I’m going to do this. If you play it, it will be a long recording of me screaming.
Sexuality is fluid
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