Faux pockets are an abomination. If you’re going to bother putting pocket flaps on something, add the G-d damn pockets.
No love,
Jilli
We don’t always carry bags, and not everything tucks so easily or comfortably into a bra. Give us some damn pockets.
If a guy took me on any of theses dates, I would marry him in a second.
Some of these will happen in the course of my life. If not on a date, then with a friend.
…except now I want to write fic in which these ideas go wonderfully, hilariously wrong.
MEN OF THE WORLD, PUT AWAY YOUR WALLETS. Every single one of these is my dream date. I don’t care how much money you have or what kind of car you drive; if you’re the sort of guy who values experiences over possessions and doesn’t take himself too seriously to be a goofball every now and again, you will have my heart… or at least a pretty substantial foot in the door.
(Source: andthencaspermetwendy)
i had frozen custard for dinner! yey for adulthood!
Hells yeah! ADULTHOOD!
Sláinte.
Accurate description of the Doctor.
Hell, this is an accurate description of ME half the time.
It’s only a matter of time.
This morning I was awoken by my alarm clock powered by electricity generated by the public power monopoly regulated by the US Department of Energy. I then took a shower in the clean water provided by the municipal water utility. After that, I turned on the TV to one of the FCC regulated channels to see what the National Weather Service of the National Oceanographic and Atmospheric Administration determined the weather was going to be like using satellites designed, built, and launched by the National Aeronautics and Space Administration. I watched this while eating my breakfast of US Department of Agriculture inspected food and taking the drugs which have been determined as safe by the Food and Drug Administration.
At the appropriate time as regulated by the US Congress and kept accurate by the National Institute of Standards and Technology and the US Naval Observatory, I get into my National Highway Traffic Safety Administration-approved automobile and set out to work on the roads built by the local, state and Federal Departments of Transportation, possibly stopping to purchase additional fuel of a quality level as determined by the Environmental Protection Agency, using legal tender issued by the Federal Reserve Bank. On the way out of the door I deposit any mail i have to be sent out via the US Postal Service and drop my kids off at a public school.
After work, I drive my NHTSA car back home on DOT roads, to a house which was not burned down in my absence because of state and local building codes and fire marshal’s inspection, and which has not been plundered of all its valuables thanks to my local police department.
I then log onto the internet, which was developed by the Defense Advanced Research Projects Administration and read comments on freerepublic.com and the fox news forums about how SOCIALISM in medicine is BAD because the government can’t do anything right.
Anon from 4chan. (via thatmogarguy)
i’ll reblog anything from you batousai my bisque callipygian sentinel
(via the-milk-eyed-mender)
So true.
(via humblybumbly)
Paul McGann: British GQ cover boy April-May 1989
http://www.gq-magazine.co.uk/entertainment/articles/2011-01/13/british-gq-covers-gallery/viewgallery/2
#29 but looks 18 #winner of the best genes award
Time Lord!
Maybe I’ve been around too many teenagers and early twenty somethings lately, but he’s far, far too handsome to look 18 here. Of course, he’s absurdly handsome for a 29 year old, too.
18 is definitely not the epitome of male attractiveness anyway. 29 > 18 any day of the week (and I don’t just say that because I AM 29).
- “But you don’t look sick…”
- “It’s probably just stress.”
- “It’s all in your head. Think healthy and you’ll be healthy.”
- “Pray hard enough to Jesus and he’ll make it go away.”
- “You’re SO lucky you just get to hang out all day! I’d LOVE to do that.”
- “Have you tried taking this multivitamin/supplement/herb found in a special tree from the amazon/goat cheese/grass? I heard it can cure anything.”
- “You should exercise more.”
- “You should take a nap.”
- “You’re probably just tired.”
- “Are you drunk?”
- “Are you high?”
- “You just need a good doctor.”
- “Stop being so lazy!”
- “Why are you ignoring me?! I just wanted to go clubbing, God!”
- “If you’re REALLY sick then how come you were able to…… go to a friend’s house that one day/sit on a bench at the park that one day/get out of bed and take a shower that one day/talk to your friend on the phone for more than 5 minutes/laugh and smile like you weren’t sick that one day.”
- “It’s not like, contagious right?”
- “Ugh, I hate being tired too but I push through it.”
- “Maybe, if you just pushed yourself hard enough….”
I wanted to write these out because it’s so important for people who are not chronically ill to see how ridiculous and hurtful these kind of statements are. Being chronically ill is nothing like having a cold, being hung over or just being generally tired from lack of good sleep.
Truth is; if you haven’t been chronically ill, you don’t know what it is like.
These are the things people say to your face. Can you imagine what they say behind your back when you’re not around? If you’re chronically ill, what kind of things have people said to you?
The ones I get the most are “but you’re only _____” (because evidently I’m “too young” for half the stuff I have), “it’s all in your head,” “if you’re sick you shouldn’t _______,” and “why are you ignoring me?” The the latter isn’t so much words as simply knowing that people feel ignored. It’s why I try to be open about things when I can so that people know that my backing out on commitments or not spending time with them isn’t because I don’t want to see them, but because I’m not feeling up to it.
But yeah… this is also a good lesson in not making assumptions.
royal guards passed out, because i can post whatever the fuck i please on my blog
Actually, a lot of people don’t realize how physically demanding it is to stand perfectly straight and still for a long time. It’s easy to get light-headed when you can’t move around at all, especially on a hot day in those heavy uniforms. I was in marching band for four years and have seen people fall just like this after having stood at attention for awhile; one of the girls in my section even destroyed her instrument beyond repair that way (and was lucky she wasn’t especially injured herself the way she fell). We were always told be be sure to keep our knees loose and to not buckle or we could risk fainting at attention.
(Source: acolderwar)
And then there’s Tumblr:
YOU GUYS
THIS DONUT
THIS DONUT THAT I AM EATING
THIS IS THE MOST PERFECT FUCKING DONUT EVER
ADLKJFALKDSFJAKSDAFJ
I CANNOT HANDLE ALL THESE DONUT FEELS
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Whoa whoa whoa. Check your baked goods privilege.
donut/mouth OTP
can somebody please explain donut to me honestly i might just have to put it on my tumblr savior
I’m not racist but I just prefer powdered sugar donuts.
Then there’s that donut image that we’re required to reblog every time it shows up on our dashboards.
#reblog all the donuts