Fabulous Is My Birthright

kindafabulous:

Goyte- Somebody I Used To Know

-This song is reality.

(Source: thefrictioninyourjeans)

So scandalous to see the servants cavorting with Lady Edith!!!

katespencer:

Mrs. Patmore, O’Brien, Edith and Thomas.

coketalk:

Stevie Nicks vs. Britney Spears

nevver:

Calvin and Hobbes

(Source: everyonewhistling)

amazing.

oldloves:

Scarlett Johansson & Jared Leto, 2004

sexmusic:

bury us alive // starfucker

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Crafts!

the-absolute-best-posts:myidealhome:

• DIY: chalkboard mug 

(via barbiefaced)

slaughterhouse90210:

“You could say that young people were desired because they had smooth bodies and excellent reproductive chances, but you’d mostly be missing the point. There was something much sadder in it than that. Something like constant regret, the sense that your whole life was an error, a mistake, that you were desperate to redo.”

—Chad Harbach, The Art of Fielding

dearcoketalk:

This is terrible advice…! Marriage takes lots of hard work, but the rewards are incredible. In marriage, there is a cycle of love and respect. When it starts spinning the wrong way (no-love/no-respect), you need to turn it around. It’s a choice.

Someone has been lying to you about the rewards, sweetheart. Put in all the hard work you want, but you’re an idiot if you think suffering through a miserable marriage will guarantee you any kind of eventual happiness.

AH-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM.

thedailywhat:

It’s Caturday!

[justin / gregrutter / ratsoff.]

tears. in my eyes. 

(via girlwithoutwings)

lookedlikelaughing:

baby,
it’s cold outside.
i say,
breathlessly,
we should multiply.

arch your back so hard so strong
beads racing to meet me down
curves and turns and rugburns 

i want to hum haughty melodies
across the bumps of your bellody
and tick tock tug the follicles 
that synapse-to-synapse the moans
in your head
i want to hum exasperated wants
against the ass of your neck
and i want to
hum on your face.

gentle the slowdance storm
little flakes of sin and sweat
carousel the room
without the concept
of the opposite
of me and you
or me in you
or me is you
and shiver at the breech
and wrap yourself in me
like paper crumbled sheets
in wintertime.