WTF RHONDA?!?!?! Why isn’t my pool open? Also why won’t you return my phone calls about said unopened pool?
(Source: vrban, via gallivantingandgrass)
I just made some possibly Indian food
I’m calling it possibly because I didn’t have a lot of the stuff they asked for in terms of spices but I do have a lot of other spices and I just kinda winged (wung?) it with some help from the good ol’ internet.
The main point of this was that it was delicious and I’m full and now I need to put away like 10 different spice containers and do some major damage control on my kitchen.
Spelling is elitist.
Mitt Romney’s new iPhone app, misspelling America. (via @thischoi)
WHY IS IT ALL FOOD?????!!??
Did somebody mean stomach? Or is love dead, do we only have feelings for food? Because that’s fucking bleak yo. Also with the anatomically correct hearts shouldn’t it just be blood? Or is it the various things that are clogging all of our arteries? I JUST DON’T GET IT.
The Anatomy of the Heart
I’m forever torn between wanting to seem professional in my social media endeavors (because even though I don’t have a job in the industry now I have a DEGREE in advertising) and wanting to just be myself/funny/wildly inappropriate because that is my life.
And you really can’t be torn, either you’re raunchy and unapologetic and hilarious or you’re kind of adorable/capable seeming/full of useful information/links.
MY ONLINE PERSONA IS BIPOLAR.
Kare had to use her camera for her big girl internship
Other pictures on the camera that came up?
Cats in sweaters and Kreayshawn concert. It’s like a summary of us.
It’s not quite love and it’s not quite community; it’s just this feeling that there are people, an abundance of people, who are in this together. Who are on your team. When the check is paid and you stay at the table. When it’s four a.m. and no one goes to bed. That night with the guitar. That night we can’t remember. That time we did, we went, we saw, we laughed, we felt. The hats.
—
Marina Keegan, “The Opposite of Loneliness”
This is beautiful and everything that I felt about undergrad, also somewhat sad because Marina was only 22 and was involved in a fatal car accident on the 26th.
I hate cats.
(Source: pusheen, via tastefullyoffensive)
