17. Telling people what I do for a living, because it’s more like telling them what I don’t do. Really, we’ve been on this earth so long, and we still haven’t found something to replace “So what do you do?” as small talk? Someone get on this, we sent someone to the moon, goddamn.

- Almie

EXACTLY.

sistermarymartha:

(via meanmrmustard)

Well if you’re not spending your days with Jay-Z, Luther Vandross, and Gladys Knight and the Pips, I don’t really know how you are living.

Nicely done, smm.  High five.

nedhepburn:

and whatever it was that we shared - however brief - makes for a great, great story, and for that, i’m thankful. i ain’t sad. it was awesome.

I need to remember this.

seascaping: “comptine d’un autre ete”, yann tiersen

Duncan Grant Painting, 1920

My grandfather maintains that anyone who still bakes cakes from scratch is an egotistical moron.  Who is he/she to see him/herself as superior to decades of research, test kitchens, and food science that all stand behind the great Betty Crocker/Duncan Hines/etc. boxed bake mixes?  Elitist bastards, he says.  Like you can do better.

Sometimes I feel the same way about psycho pharmacology/prescription drugs.  You know… happy pills.  Anti-anxiety meds.  Hope in a child-proof plastic jar.  Just when I’m standing on the threshold of guilt and hesitation (‘it’s the easy way out!  I’m treating symptoms, not problems!  More herbal tea/deep breathing!  Cheater cheater pumpkin eater!’), I remember that this is my life.

And it’s real.

And it’s complicated.

And I’m trying.

And sometimes a girl just has to resort to a motherfucking xanax once in a blue moon and get over herself, you know?

If loving you is wrong… then I don’t wanna be right.  I also don’t wanna be living in a world where I’m financially unable to purchase this little citrus gumdrop, but such is life.  Thank the three fates I finally have a job again.  Gas in the tank, beer in the fridge, smile on my face, what can I say?

[Ooh la la Modcloth.  All hail J Joan for her beautiful modeling irl.  xxoo]

kissandtell:

antikris: katiebakes:lindsayrobertson:

So true. To this I would add something that’s always driven me nuts: only one of them has a living mother at any point in the story, and she (Sleeping Beauty’s mother) has no lines. (Also, the villains are all other women, with the exception of Aladdin.)

* i’d totally have a hot one night stand/hook up with aladdin. he had that dark skinned, ethnic hottie look to him.

* eric was a total babe, which is interesting since i’m kinda into blond-ish boys, but there was something about those big blue eyes.

* i would’ve rather hooked up with the beast pre-rose petal falling off. the human beast guy had greasy hair and big nostrils. i was a very disappointed 5th grader.

- mc

razzledazzlerose: “Miranda July poses as extras from classic films, for Vice.”

[j’adore MJ]

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zombietown:

Baby, It’s You - Smith: If I smoked cigarettes or maybe wore skimpy little provocative dresses, I’d dance around singing this song, non-stop, for the rest of my days.

fuckyeahsubtitles: Les Parapluies De Chernourg (1964)