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Nic Cage, Father of the Year

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"if you’d like to re-create how women feel about your personal ad, here’s a little..."

Sat, 19 Dec 2009 00:46:21 -0500

“if you’d like to re-create how women feel about your personal ad, here’s a little experiment you can try at home: Dump a bucket of ice water on a cat.”

- WWHM

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Wed, 16 Dec 2009 21:43:01 -0500

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Letter J for Jellybeans (via Pink Sherbet Photography)

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Letter J for Jellybeans (via Pink Sherbet Photography)

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allcreatures: (via coyotejunction)

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allcreatures:

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Alie & Georgia Present: The Bloody Bacon & Cheese (via...

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Alie & Georgia Present: The Bloody Bacon & Cheese (via AlieandGeorgia)

I love these girls

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Mon, 07 Dec 2009 23:46:13 -0500

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24 hours in pictures | News | guardian.co.uk

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dealbreaker: You Are Bella From Twilight So, we can’t date...

Sat, 28 Nov 2009 02:30:20 -0500

dealbreaker:

You Are Bella From Twilight

So, we can’t date because you’re sort of seeing someone? Okay, well maybe we could sort of see each other too? Oh, you’re really into him. That’s cool. If it doesn’t work out, I’d love to- no, I wasn’t implying that you’d break up, I just mean sometimes relationships end. What? Promised to him for eternity? You think you’re going to be together for eternity? Dude, you’re what, like 18? Chances are, you’re going to break up when you go to college. College is basically a reset button for your whole life, and a guarantee that you’re going to be boning a bunch of dudes on some very creaky twin mattresses surrounded by Fight Club posters and weed leaf tapestries. Good luck explaining that to the love of your life via confessional late night Skype session.

Just forget it. Have fun with your sparkly boyfriend. I respect your weird obsession. The way you’re talking about him, the sex must be unbelievable, so I can’t argue with- WHAT. NO SEX? And you barely even kiss each other? And if you have sex, you think it’s going to kill you? What do you do then? STARE AT EACH OTHER IN THE WOODS? You stare longingly at each other while he rattles off lines that sound like they were paraphrased from the Romeo and Juliet Cliff Notes? Yeah, this has staying power written all over it. All I’m saying is, you’re cute, but you don’t know anything about love right now. If you think you’re going to feel this weird stammering, bottom lip biting puppy love thing in 5 years, then you’re living in a fantasy. An elaborately plotted, insufferably boring fantasy sprawling across books and movies, constructed by a very wealthy mormon cat lady. Have a nice life, just don’t call me when you get sick of close range, smoldering eye contact and a lifetime of lady blue-balls.

rawr.

Wed, 25 Nov 2009 23:10:34 -0500

rawr.

lemonlove: (via aeillill) hahahaahahaahahahaahaha I don’t...

Wed, 25 Nov 2009 23:03:11 -0500

lemonlove:

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hahahaahahaahahahaahaha I don’t think I could fave this ENOUGH TIMES. SERIOUSLY.

Gripesgiving

Wed, 25 Nov 2009 22:59:51 -0500

Gripesgiving

"I just read somewhere that the word ‘nostalgia’ is Greek for ‘pain from an old wound.’ The..."

Wed, 25 Nov 2009 22:55:47 -0500

“I just read somewhere that the word ‘nostalgia’ is Greek for ‘pain from an old wound.’ The difference between memory and something that’s nostalgic is that it has to hurt a little bit.”

- Amy Poehler (via 24freedinners)

Brandy does it again

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 16:12:38 -0500

5. ” Brown Eyed Girl“- Van Morrison

This song reminds me of every Saturday night out in highschool, college, university and all the days inbetweenbefore and after. It reminds me of smeared mascara, hands in the air sort of dancing, the kind where you are surrounded by those who know you best. The ones who split their last beer with you because you missed last call. It reminds me of those nights when we were all single, spent too much money on jeans and too much time on men who didn’t deserve it. Maybe it’s because it takes me back so clearly to those nights where we would take over the dance floor and sing along like we were auditioning to be the fourth member of the band or maybe it’s just because I can so clearly recall a group of my absolute favourite people on Earth all in one place, in a single moment, fingers pointing at each other, singing until we were hoarse and smiling so hard it hurt, either way- it always makes me smile.

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