Oh, you have to see the final product:
And that glorious woman even wrote the whole process here: http://www.laramiserrano.com/industrial-desk-diy/
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Oh, you have to see the final product:
And that glorious woman even wrote the whole process here: http://www.laramiserrano.com/industrial-desk-diy/
it’s scary how when i think of the future my mind immediately jumps to “youre gonna kill yourself soon anyways so you dont have to worry about it”
what do you mean u don't believe in the concept of virginity?
Nobody’s dick is important enough to change any part of my identity
Gravity | Architects
“they’re burning all the witches”
ARTIST CREDIT
And there it is
And meanwhile, assholes with no sense of irony or history refer to the naming of sexual predators as a witch hunt.
I hate how addicted I get to anything that makes me feel anything
they lock tom brady in a room and only let him out to do football
cute dating tip: don’t cheat on your partner you fucking pathetic piece of shit
Quiet people are aware that they are quiet. You don’t need to remind them.
Nothing makes me quieter than being told that I’m very quiet.
Goodnight Alt-Right/Stray From The Path.
In September, I reconnected with a guy I first met in elementary school but we kinda lost track of each other after we chose different high schools. We meant to meet in December when we´d both be home for christmas for a few days (I live across the country) but because I was crazy busy with work and college, I didn´t end up messaging him (also I really didn´t think he´d really want to meet me).
So, a few days after the holidays I get a message from him asking me if I was still home (which I wasn´t) and I was just like oh my god, he didn´t forget, he really wants to meet me and we´re still messaging everyday but since I am absolute shit at flirting and telling whether people like me or not I am already petrified of meeting him.
What if he expects me to be someone else? We have the same taste in music and I know that´s not a lot, but he seems like a really nice guy and I´d hate to fuck it up. He last saw me when we were like 10 and the way I look has changed so much, I´m so scared he won´t like that -.-
I´m going home in two weeks for the semester break and I´m trying my best not to freak out.
I want to make him breakfast on Saturday mornings. I’ll wake him up with kisses, Spongebob, and cinnamon rolls. I want to sing with him in the car. I want to dance together in the morning light and have pillow fights. I want to grocery shop with him. I’d run down the aisle with the cart, him laughing at my childish antics. I want to roll over in the middle of the night and nuzzle into his neck. I want Christmas traditions, baking cookies and decorating the tree. I want to hold his hand in the park. I want to go to bars together. I want to go to the zoo, the aquarium, concerts. I want to play basketball with him, and of course I’d kick his butt (and we’d both pretend he didn’t let me win). I want to laugh with him, kiss him, hold him, have sex with him. I want him.
excerpt from a book I’ll never write (via mymessyink)
Done by Stephanie Melbourne at The Square, Solihull UK