I'm one of those idiots that takes pictures of myself, the food I eat, and my dog.
I'm the Julian to your Ricky & Bubbles.
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Billy Joel’s fat pug. Her name is Sabrina. I love her.
Billy Joel on Not Working and Not Giving Up Drinking - NYTimes.com)
Reblogging for the picture but the interview is just as good.
Can I LIVE?
Mom, I’m sorry forever that BJ is my dream date. :(
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And then you think of the first time you met. And you remember what babies you were. Fresh out of your own parents’ home. And you think of how you wandered around each other for months. Both waiting for the other to get disentangled from now-forgotten other people. And you think of how long you waited for that first kiss. And you hold on to it. And again, you think of the last time you saw her, and you think of the after-coffee kiss on the cheek. So casual. So see-you-next-time. And you try not to think about how that was your last one. And you hold on to that as well.
And you sit there quietly.
How to Attend a Funeral | Mike Monteiro for Medium (via christinefriar)
This entire piece tore me apart from the first to last sentence.
(via whydoihaveablog)
(via whydoihaveablog)
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(Source: monkeyknifefight, via fuckyeahleslieann)
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can i just have a close bff lady friend? i always miss the boat in my lady friendships where i end up chillin’ with broads and (a) they have a sister they’re close to, (b) the already have a sister-like bff, (c) they are clingy boyfriend obsessed and so they drag their buddy around when i just wanna talk about my adult acne and drink wine.
i just wanna be the leslie knope/ann perkins combo. (ideally we’d each be a little of both because both is the perfect combo but together unstoppable, duh, but of course you knew that, future bff.)
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Oh lord
So sometimes my stoop is like the party stoop where the locals get loud and get high. Well I usually just try to get into my apartment undetected because I don’t wanna make waves.
So tonight, me and the boy were walking to a restaurant around the block so we obviously had to walk down the party stoop. We made it mostly unscathed until this girl with swirly hair was all, “hi!”And I, naively, took the bait and said, “hi.”
To which she responded, “she speaks.”
Like they’re all in on me being some snooty broad that is too good to talk to them. So I just alpha-stared her down, but the point is really that I know this bitch is gonna be a problem and god I just wanted a nice chicken dinner what the hell?
All neighbors are awful. Don’t be the awful neighbor. Some of us are so not down to be the party stoop. We aren’t cranky! We are v. v. cool people! People that just wanna live our lives without you in it, neighbors.
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I find it extremely impossible not to cry when I hear Stevie Nicks’s “Landslide,” especially the lyric: “I’ve been afraid of changing, because I’ve built my life around you.” I think a good test to see if a human is actually a robot/android/cylon is to have them listen to this song lyric and study their reaction. If they don’t cry, you should stab them in the heart. You will find a fusebox.Mindy Kaling
(Source: backofmybrokenhand, via khaleesiboadicea)
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awez:
Kanye West getting deep on twitter
I think I just fell in love with Kanye West
I appreciate the many layers of Kanye West.
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A linguistic dissection of 7 annoying teenage sounds
A small sigh of exasperation, usually emitted in conjunction with eye-rolling. It’s hard to spell because the “long glottal fricative” is just “hhhhh,” but if you put the reduced mid central unrounded vowel before it, which we would usually spell u as in up, we get uhhhhhh, which is something different. A variation on this starts with an alveolar click with unreleased velar coarticulation, what we spell as tsk.
My mom just sent me this article in an email with the subject, “Ahh, fond memories…” :x
