You hear about Pluto? That’s messed up, right?
This is all a crazy coincidence! Those nails were made popular by the Jersey Shore.
I was going to post some sarcastic caption as to why I took this photo and then I thought: screw it.
I TOOK THIS PICTURE BECAUSE I FELT CUTE.
I AM AT A COOL BENEFIT CONCERT AND I THINK I LOOK PRETTY. AND I DONT THINK WE LET OURSELVES FEEL THAT WAY ENOUGH, SO THERE.
Joan: I notice you don’t have any mirrors in here.
Sherlock: What’s that supposed to mean?
Joan: It means you know a lost cause when you see one.
Alice is a girl my sister used to be friends with. She is very small, sweet, and had the best fashion sense of anyone I’ve ever known.
Julie is the name of my favorite aunt. She used to be a flight attendant for Pam Am in its last years of operation. Some guy tried to grab her ass and she got him handcuffed with twist ties for the rest of the flight.
Wow, diving straight in.
Doris. I’m sorry, all I can see when I hear Doris is the evil hat from Meet the Robinsons.
Zach. There is an incredibly sweet and goofy boy named Zach who was a year above me in school. He painted me the lyrics to this beautiful Bob Dylan song in calligraphy for my birthday. He’s at art school now and I miss him a great deal.
Mary. Mary is 77 years old and the best person ever. She taught first grade with my mother for many years, and taught me how to count money and put in earrings. She and her husband met in their late forties, and it was the first marriage for both of them. They travelled all around the world until Bob had a stroke, and she took care of him until he passed away eight years later. Then she won the Massachusetts lottery and chooses to use it feeding stray animals in her neighborhood and showering me and my siblings, her pseudo grandchildren, with presents we don’t deserve. She also has an incredibly thick Boston accent. She’s my third grandma.
AU where we’re all well rested and everyone loves their job
GET TO KNOW ME MEME: [3/5] favourite films » Kill Your Darlings (2013)
"Some things, once you’ve loved them, become yours forever. And if you try to let them go, they only circle back and return to you. They become a part of who you are…"
"…Or they destroy you."