So much truth.
Just watched the last episode… time to watch the first…
Rewatching Gilmore Girls for the hundredth time because I have no life.
But really. Please. PLEEASSE.
(via tsukori)
pretty much what happened when I shamelessly ate the Dorito Loco Supreme
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dormsdormsdorms
(via sleazesister)
No one could blame American women here if they all suddenly decided to leave the country saying, ‘That’s it, we’re fucking out of here, this is complete bullshit.’ There has been a debate on contraception in the last week so ludicrous that part of me was wondering if it was in fact a performance art piece, to make us all question how terrible it would be to live in a country where something like this could actually happen.
John Oliver on American contraception debates, The Bugle 183 (via sixpencesoulcake)
(via sleazesister)
Damn that Tampa stage. I would be 8 hours away from seeing you live if not for that.
Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close..
You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences.
For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?”. Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator.
But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger?
Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others.
yesh.
(via tsukori)
These legs I want.
These tights I want.
Which one can be accomplished the easiest? Tights.
Which one cannot be had without the other? Tights.
Ouch.
(via urban-avant-garde)
