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some carrie fisher tweets to brighten your day
These are OIL PAINTINGS by Lee Price, her work is simply amazing
Eurasian Eagle Owl chicks
The laundry is alive and it is angry.
omfg
This is why you clean the lint tray regularly
THAT’S WHERE ALL THE SOCKS ARE GOING! THE SENTIENT LINT IS EATING THEM!
Beautiful shit like this makes me so happy
tear in my heart//twenty one pilots
what is your deepest darkest sexual fantasy?
me. sitting in a claw-foot bathtub, dressed in frilly baby pink lingerie and a crown. candles, flowers, and cats are scattered throughout a beautiful, spacious bathroom. i lift my hand lazily and a glass of moscato and a box of chocolates appear. every person on my block list forms a line and, one by one, drops their credit card into the empty tub while i snack. they leave immediately afterward, out of my life and thoughts forever. when at last the final cretin shambles out, i reach my arms above my head and languidly stretch. credit cards shift around me, a cascade of plastic in every color of the rainbow. finally, a blunt appears in my hand and i online shop for hours.
and then i climax by reading my shipping confirmation emails. xoxo
Suddenly I wonder, ‘Where is the girl that I was last year? Two years go? What would she think of me now?’
Sylvia Plath (via ecstasticdisasters)
maybe i should
My army is ready, we attack at nightfall. (Source: http://ift.tt/2nsc6Wx)