almost five years of lovin. And now he sings and plays ukelele songs like “you are my sunshine” for our tiny babe & talks to him/her through my belly button. I’m so sappy and grateful and full-hearted tonight.
this is the cutest thing ive ever seen in my life
fuck my whole life
All my life goals.
I can’t handle how perfect this is.
Friendsgiving | Lauren Ledbetter Design
And in one swift swoop I planned Fake Christmas for December 1st with my friends.
(Fake Christmas for those that don’t know, Christmas dinner and gift giving with friends on the 1st of December so we can see our families on actual Christmas day. A new thing I’ve been introduced to with my new friends, I can’t wait!)
Alicia Borrás for Andrés Sardá SS15
ITS THAT TIME OF YEAR AGAIN. ALREADY THE HALLOWEEN TAG IS FILLING UP WITH BORING AND INSULTING SLUT SHAMING STUFF. CELEBRATE ANY WAY YOU WANT TO.
I’ve reblogged this before but it’s just too precious
THANKS FOR MAKING ME CRY RUDE
The clock one got me.
This post actually made me teary eyed.
This is bloody heartbreaking
Got to the second one and realized what it was FKIN TEARS
For the first time, in literally years, I feel good. I wasnt scared to talk to people as much. I felt/looked cute. I had fun. I want so badly for the old me to come back, and I can feel her poking her head out of the abyss! I’m no doctor, but I havent felt like me since before I got on the implanon implant for birth control. I’ve had it out for a little over a month and I feel like I might get back to the happy, outgoing, giant personality that I once was . I dont feel hopeless for the first time in three years. I am so happy that I dont want to go to sleep. I feel so good, so normal, so me!
I feel like Rebel Wilson did whatever the hell she wanted and barely followed the script for this movie.
Rachel Wilson for president
I’m laughing at the blonde girl on the far left because it looks like she attacks her own boobs
Meet the Reykjavík Metropolitan Police, serving the capital of Iceland. By the looks of their incredible Instagram account, a normal day includes holding kittens, eating candy and wearing false mustaches.
For the record the Icelandic police are probably the best police force in the world, There has only been one instance where an officer shot and killed a civilian in the entire history of the country (which is nearly a hundred years) and everyone was completely devastated by it, the police especially — because, as made clear in their statements after the incident, they understand their function is to protect the people. Not to mention that their general police go unarmed except for special squads.
Let’s run through some more facts while we’re on the subject: Compared to 31,000+ shooting deaths in the US in 2009, Iceland had… 4, because they have very rigorous screening processes for gun permits. There is very little economic disparity between upper, middle and lower classes, and social welfare programs take care of their people. Drug use affects less than 1% of the population between 15 and 65 years old, and 90% of drug-related court cases are settled with a fine rather than jail time. Violent crime is virtually non-existent. [x]
Iceland is like if you took the entire idea of chill and personified it as an country, and this exemplifies that.
I went to Iceland for 2 days back in 2005, those were two of the most amazing days of my entire life.
Author John Scalzi was on a roll this morning (currently 7:14 AM, 26 Sept. 2014) with a tweet he found from some guy sending out an “ultimatum” to women to “make a choice” between feminism and, well, men like him. So Scalzi launched into a truly magnificent set of scorchers, which I’m posting here for the delectation of people everywhere.
Also: I would like to thank that guy for setting the ultimatum. It makes finding a boyfriend so much easier when the undesirable ones wear a placard identifying themselves.
"The tragedy of that poor boy’s life is not the realization that he’s not the grand prize he’s assumed, but that he’s not even second place."
Cute crazy chicken lady :3
*pronounces “hors d’oeuvres” as “horse divorce”*
I want to pull off this look so bad, tbh.
vagina’s are able to stretch wide enough to give birth to a fucking baby and then return to it’s original size but of course being penetrated by that grass blade you call a penis is what’s going to make it “loose”
I once pointed this out to some boys and they said I didn’t understand how vaginas worked.