In fact its a perfectly appropriate thing to sport at the office. Just saying.
Happy Tgiving to “side boob” Shannon….
(via dirtylittlestylewhore)
This thing…don’t make me beer pee, Nina!!
Goddamn you Rag & Bone leather jacket with zip off sleeves, you haunt my dreams.
I stalked you online, then mistakenly tried you on at the Mercer Street store where you perfectly hugged my body in your thick, supple skin.
You are $1500 and thus shamefully stupid to consider.
Still. Grrr.
Shannon says: “Remember, only dumb people who do not read books buy things like that. And know I will pee in your beer if you actually go through with this.”
(via nick-lcc)
So Rivers speaks for an entire generation who’ve blogged, reblogged, micro-blogged, vlogged, tweeted, wallposted and im’d in the very same effort to stay relevent/cool, and are also, so tired of it (I know I am).
Twitching at intervals
When it’s not lonely or yearning, the act of waiting for someone can be exquisite. I guess this would be called ‘anticipation’, but that doesn’t quite nail it.
It’s a feeling of suspended animation but with the addition of consciousness. Like freezing the entire world but leaving your eyeballs free to toggle like a Kit-Cat clock. That is exactly how it feels.
