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13 Ghosts (1960) dir. William Castle
crushes are so stupid honestly getting a crush on someone can take two seconds but recovering from it can take years i’d like to file a complaint
Þrándur Þórarinsson (Icelandic, b. 1978, Akureyri, Iceland) - Grýla, 2009 Paintings: Oil (Grýla is a giantess living in the mountains of Iceland with an insatiable appetite who comes down around Christmas to eat all the naughty girls and boys.)
Make Some Pocket Extenders for Your Pants
So I don’t know about you, but I’m often frustrated by the ridiculous smallness of girls’ pockets. At a bare minimum, I need to be able to shove my cellphone in there - come on, pants companies! So what I started doing was making myself pocket extenders. I’ve done this several times, for pants and shorts. It’s great.
I just got this pair of jeans, so I thought I’d show you how to do it. I kind of feel like it just hasn’t occurred to some of you that this is an option, so maybe now it will. All you need is your pants, some fabric (I just took a random piece from a scrap bin), a needle, and some thread (thread doesn’t even need to match the fabric since literally no one will see it).
See? Ridiculous. Like, half a cellphone, or only 2.5″. Useless.
So turn those inside out to expose the pockets.
Figure out how big you want your pockets to actually be. I kinda go by whatever looks like might be right. I didn’t really measure them. Fold the fabric in half, so you have a pocket, and then fold it in half again so you can have two equal ones.
Try to get the edges to line up enough, pin it in place, then sew up the sides! Are your stitches crazy uneven and wonky looking? Doesn’t matter; nobody’s going to see it. These are in the inside of your pants. The only thing that matters is that it holds up. So I double-did the corners, since those tend to get the most stress.
Cut open the bottom of the existing pockets.
Pin it in place, then sew around, joining the new pocket to the old pocket. I did this by keeping my hand on the inside, so I wouldn’t accidentally sew through the other side. Again, I reinforced the corners, and didn’t worry about what it actually looks like. Then I turned it in side out to make sure the inside was all joined properly.
Yay all done! And the pockets are so much bigger now!
Whaaaat I can fit my entire phone and entire hand and probably something else now, are girls’ pockets even allowed to do that?! Heck yeah they are.
You are a goddamn hero.
OMG!
best thing I’ve ever seen
Cannot recommend this highly enough
A timely post, as I’m doing this tonight to some too-shallow pockets on blazer!
♡earrings by me♡
“One Day You Will No Longer Be Loved” by Jake and Dinos Chapman
It has been a rough week.
I don’t even know where to start, I just need somewhere to vent.
Last Tuesday I did a comedy show and just feel really bad about my performance, even though I probably did *ok*.
On Saturday I got dumped by a guy I had been seeing for a short time, but was honestly over the moon for. I’ve been in a crippling depressed funk ever since, like, can barely function, cry off and on throughout the day, a total goddamn mess. It’s embarrassing how upset I am over this.
Every day at work has been a nightmare. The ceiling caved in from a water leak, our laundry is a mess, one of the washers broke, the ice machine broke, the guest computer broke, we had to kick out a total asshole and call the cops on him because he was going to start a fight.
My best friend slash manager has a not-quite-hernia situation going on, so that means while the owners are in India, a lot more things are falling on me - which isn’t his fault, but it also means I am trying to balance my 8-10 hour days that start at 7AM end up running well into the night because after whatever comedy thing I’m trying to do, I have to go get groceries for breakfast or etc etc.
I feel like I am rambling at this point. It’s just so hard right now to feel like I will ever feel ok again or find what I am looking for in life, or feel like I am good enough. ugh.
I don’t reblog much, but this is too well said not to.
This always gets a reblog.
Preach!
hashtag smitten.
David Klein’s 60s contemporary spin on Alice
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I always wanted to be an edgy bastard.
I don’t know if I necessarily have worse luck than the average person, because I reckon plenty of people would say they have bad luck. But I do definitely feel like the kind of bad luck I experience is uniquely me. I seriously end of in some sit-com level situations.
i dont get offended at white people jokes even though im white because:
i can recognize white people as a whole have systemically oppressed POC in america, which is where i live
most people when they make white people jokes only mean the shitty white people and i am not a shitty white person
im not a pissbaby
my white friends that have reblogged this give me life
4. Sometimes I am a shitty white person and the jokes remind me to FUCKIN STOP
If ur white and like this post I fux with u
^absolutely
5. It’s hard to be offended when white people jokes involve bland food/tourist dads in socks and sandals/white girls in yoga pants obsessed with pumpkin spice/suburban PTA moms and other harmless and mostly true stereotypes while jokes about POC involve them being called thugs/criminals/slurs/uneducated/illegal immigrants.
i fucks with u heavy if ur white and you reblog this
6. They’re usually really fucking funny and don’t perpetuate stereotypes that will ever affect me economically, politically, or cause me any true harm, let alone create risks that “justify” my murder and/or death
Waits for my white mutuals to reblog😌
yesyesyesyes
7. if I expect dudes not to “not all men” me how can I rly “not all white people” since it’s asking for the same exemption
I don’t get offended by white people jokes because I work at a hotel and after dealing with oodles of guests of all races and nationalities I can tell you that hands down white people are 100% the worst ever of all time.
if anyone would like to learn a couple tricks for carving pumpkins:
- dont cut out the top to scoop out the seeds, cut out the bottom instead. this way the pumpkin doesnt cave in on itself and lasts longer - sprinkle some cinnamon inside at the top after carving. this way when you put the candle in it smells like pumpkin pie
this is the quality content I wanna see on my dash
- rub the i sides with lemon after you’re done scooping. This will also help preserve the pumpkin
It’s fucking June, at least wait until the fourth of July, you animal.
I’m sorry, I can’t hear you over the sound of me disemboweling this pumpkin.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN
I’m thinking about bringing this blog back specifically to bitch about the dumb shit that happens at both my jobs.
I’ve only been at the hotel for about 3 hours and I’ve already gotten yelled out by some incredulous Polish people for running out of coffee, been approached by a white family asking why the GALLON JUG of syrup had run out, and witnessed a woman’s minor freak out over the fact that we no longer have hazelnut creamer - leaving only TWO WHOLE OTHER KINDS to choose from. Kill me.