#everythingisundercontrol

[charis168]

Just chilling about, casually trying not to lose my shit over a 2500 word essay I haven’t started yet 👍#everythingisundercontrol #notreally https://www.instagram.com/p/BxRIuG6Bjci/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=fdq8odio0nnc

[mikeviescas]

Not the ideal Saturday morning for me. . . #DemolitionTime #BathroomRescue #MaxedCreditCards #EverythingIsUnderControl https://www.instagram.com/p/BugwzRWHKZD/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1o10qw3zo8hs

[mbshayz]

« - Maman, pourquoi les nuages vont dans un sens et nous dans l’autre ? - Il y a 2 réponses à ta question. Comme à toutes les questions, tu le sais bien. Laquelle veux-tu entendre ? - Les deux. - Laquelle en premier alors ? La fillette plissa le nez. - Celle du savant. - Nous allons vers le nord parce que nous cherchons une terre où nous établir. Un endroit où construire une belle maison, élever des coureurs et cultiver des racines de niam. C’est notre rêve depuis des années et nous avons quitté Al-Far pour le vivre. - Je n’aime pas les galettes de niam… - Nous planterons aussi des fraises, promis. Les nuages, eux, n’ont pas le choix. Ils vont vers le sud parce que le vent les pousse et, comme ils sont très très légers, ils sont incapables de lui résister. - Et la réponse du poète ? - Les hommes sont comme les nuages. Ils sont chassés en avant par un vent mystérieux et invisible face auquel ils sont impuissants. Ils croient maîtriser leur route et se moquent de la faiblesse des nuages, mais leur vent à eux est mille fois plus fort que celui qui souffle là-haut. La fillette croisa les bras et parut se désintéresser de la conversation afin d’observer un vol de canards au plumage chatoyant qui se posaient sur la rivière proche. Indigo, émeraude ou vert pâle, ils se bousculaient dans une cacophonie qui la fit rire aux éclats. Lorsque les chariots eurent dépassés les volatiles, elle se tourna vers sa mère. - Cette fois, je préfère la réponse du savant. - Pourquoi ? demanda Isaya qui avait attendu sereinement la fin de ce qu’elle savait être une intense réflexion. - J’aime pas qu’on me pousse en cachette. » 🐺 △ 💫 #ridebabyride #blackandwhite #Gopro #Bottero #hellofreedom #everythingisundercontrol

[fraunett-blog]

Is it weekend yet? #iwokeuplikethis #isitweekendyet #sundaymorning #everythingisundercontrol #glases #girlwithglasses #nerd #nerdchic #redhead #redhair #stuff

[gashouseradio]

Coldcut - "ETUC" : A.M. reMIX by A.M. http://ift.tt/28PaBvq

[jessnell-lazyfr-blog]

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February Challenge Day 13 - #challengemyself2016 #organizedchaos #dontworry #everythingisundercontrol #sorta #selfesteem #selfconfidence #selfimage #whatsyourchallenge

[frankbeauchamp]

#iLikeTurtles #EverythingIsUnderControl #GetOffThePumpkin (at Union Park, Florida)

[hexxxlife]

cat shame.

tonight in between errands and spells of rain i came home to two angry cats and my much-beloved roommate. both of us observed, there was no cat food. there was no cat food because i had broken my most reliable pair of sunglasses and had to rush out immediately to Forever 21 to replace them with the most reasonable facsimile i could find. and also spend an unnecessary (but necessary) ten dollars on a new makeup bag. 

but a new makeup bag can’t feed my cats, you know? and they know that, even though they are cats, and would probably eat anything. they would probably eat me if i laid still for long enough. but they can’t subsist on makeup or sunglasses, and i was so completely obsessed with makeup and sunglasses at the time that i completely forgot about cats.

this is an accomplishment, okay?

but the point is, my cats were hungry and then it struck me...i have to buy them food for like a month. so i rushed out dutifully to the pit of hell (Echo Park Vons) and bought like, i don’t know...20 pounds of dry cat food and some other sundry....you know, just trying to prepare my cats for the FUTURE, trying to do the right thing for my soon-to-be-estranged four-legged adopted children. so i’ve got like 40 pounds of cat food, cat litter, and wine happening (the only thing missing from this embarrassing grocery list is, let’s be real, tampons and a fucking Hershey bar),

and just as i think i’m pulling this off without comment, 

the checkout girl is like,

“uhhh, how many cats do you have?”

and i’m like,

“two cats!! i only have two cats! i’m going to be out of town for a month but i swear i only have TWO CATS.”

because to her it probably seems like i have 400 cats. dude i just got cat-shamed because i’m going out of town for a month. i don't know what to do now other than empty all my tiny cosmetic bottles and fill them with shampoo. i’m not fooling anybody, i am that cat lady who’s abandoning her cats. i’m sure my cats will be fine without me. they will barely remember me when i get home; except for to give me like 2 or 3 days of attitude and then carry on as normal. it’s fine. i’ll just keep exploring under my bathroom sink for viable alternatives to buying more tiny shampoo until i realize there is nothing i can repurpose purple hair dye and clown paint for, other than their originally intended uses.