Sunday, April 20, 2014

heckacute:

I wish I was fifteen again so I could do more stuff that I would regret now. 

Friday, April 18, 2014
dynamoe:

Hypothesis: Mice are magnets. I am very lonely. Dream journal time!
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dynamoe:

Hypothesis: Mice are magnets. I am very lonely. Dream journal time!

gabifresh:

The gabifresh x swimsuitsforall bikini has been restocked and is now available to buy here! For more photos from this shoot, check out gabifresh.com! If you reblog, please keep this caption <3

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

I’m at the Greek diner

patrickmortensen:

The one on the corner and Willie Nelson walks in and I’m totally freaking out. IT IS REALLY WILLIE NELSON. He orders a gyro and the guy makes it and Willie Nelson takes a bite — I’m like tweeting this the whole time: WILLIE NELSON JUST CAME INTO THE RESTAURANT I WAS EATING IN #willienelson — even though I’m getting gyro grease on my phone it is worth it, so crazy WE ARE BOTH EATING GYROS! and Willie Nelson turns to the proprietor and says, “Say, what’s in this, anyway?” He is pretty short, actually. So he has to like climb up on a stool to be seen? And the guy behind the counter says, “Lamb, mostly?” and then Willie Nelson turns to his entourage which is weird but I don’t know what else you would call them, these outlaw looking guys that he came in with, but he turns to them but really you know he is addressing everyone in the diner and it gets totally quiet and Willie Nelson says, “Well…” and then he just lets it hang there like a PERMANENT ELLIPSIS and I am swearing to God right now if he doesn’t follow this up with, “My gyros have always been cow, boys,” I WILL TOTALLY LOSE MY SHIT Actually I will totally lose it anyway, but OK he’s about to speak. This is too long for Twitter so I’m putting it here this is it you guys he’s about to talk you guys this is it

hiddenlex:

Knowing that he wouldn’t be there for her wedding, a terminally ill father walked his 11-year-old down the ‘aisle’ years early with the pastor sweetly pronouncing them ‘daddy and daughter’.

Jim Zetz, 62, from Murrieta, California, who has stage 4 pancreatic cancer, proudly held his daughter, Josie’s hand during their backyard ceremony on March 14 and placed a sparkling ring on her index finger.” 

this is mostly gross and also a good argument against sleeping with 50 year old men

my favorite things

according to a search of my twitter archive, here are a few of my favorite things:

being drunk by 6:30

telling a coworker that she looks like ann romney

how the trolleys dont work in the rain

going over my data plan the day before the month rolls over

when im stomping around real fast trying to get somewhere and it reverberates through my thighs

red eyeliner

laineydiamond:

nystus:

nystus:

how i ask people not to touch me

this has 200 notes i hate this website

my theme song

Tuesday, April 15, 2014
I don’t know what Paul Newman’s situation is, but I make sauce.

Kelis, in the NYT having no time for the interviewer. (via glossylalia)

Hearts in my eyes.

Your ex-husband, the rapper Nas, put your wedding dress on his album cover. Why did he still have the dress?It’s not even the dress. The joke behind that is that it’s the slip to the petticoat to my dress. I think when I moved out I just left it. That’s all he had, poor thing.

(via pansexualprincess)

Here’s the scenario: two children, one white and one black, walk into an exhibition filled with portraits of white people. Both children enjoy it. After the exhibition they make self-portraits out of food. The black child asks for brown ingredients – cocoa pops, hot chocolate powder – to represent his skin in the portrait. The white child does not bother with colour in the same way. Her whiteness is not a colour that needs to be marked or thought about, it is naturalized as normal, a seamless part of the wall-to-wall whiteness of the surrounding exhibition. On closer inspection the portraits show further nuances of colouring and also commonality. Other features such as nose, lips, eyes and hair were not represented mimetically. As the brown skin colour of the portrait on the left stands out because of its purposeful colouring, it creates a link between the child and their artwork, making visible what is taken for granted in this space – whiteness. "Black people don’t go to galleries" - The Reproduction of Taste and Cultural Value (via mother-iron)
Now that we’ve established that poetry is work, let’s move on to questions of productivity. How much should a poet produce, ideally? As much as one half-assed garden, planted by a person with a drinking problem, who did not read the directions on the seed-packets very closely. Elizabeth Bishop only ever wrote one poem, a villanelle about an elk breaking up with her (“The Elk Breaks Up with Me”), and if I may say so she did very well with it. Wallace Stevens only wrote five poems, and every one of them was insured for one million dollars, like a famous pair of legs. The greatest living poet, Nicolas Cage, continues to amaze us by never having written a poem at all. Patricia Lockwood is my hero. (via yourmonkeycalled)