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Pronounced "Sheh-FIHV-uh-lowss"

vinebox:

Watching Pokémon on Saturday mornings as a kid

seeminglydeepstatement:

somefantasticallies:

vivalatrench:

mrsugarpink:

rapewhistled:

followmehome:

It’s not “bacon,” it’s a pig.

It’s not “veal,” it’s a calf.

It’s not “steak,” it’s a cow.

It’s not “meat,” it’s an animal…

its not “fruit”, its dividing cells that accumulate fructose…

it’s not delivery. it’s digiorno.

It’s not a scene, it’s a god damn arms race

It’s not “levioSA”, it’s “leviOsa”

Maybe it’s Maybelline 

uncreativeart:

im curious about what scholars will interpret about all the gay porn art people have produced decades after our generation ends 

I’m more interested in what they’ll think of all the artists’ comments that say things like, “I tried to go to sleep but then this happened.  Oops.” or “i drew [ship] again so sorry i couldnt help myself”

Things I’m not interested in buying:

  • More black dresses
  • More teal dresses

Things I keep buying:

  • Black dresses
  • Teal dresses

greencarnations:

cinematicsymphony:

This is so accurate. At school, we literally have children who will watch our facial expressions to see if them falling is as bad as they think it might be.

CORRECT CHILD INJURY PROCEDURE:

  • do not react. at the most, maybe wince and go “ooooh”
  • go over to the child to assess panic level and severity of injury
  • if they’re like, dying, remain calm, but they’re probably not.
  • look them in the eye and ask, “you okay?” they will nod. possibly all teary-eyed. then ask, “are we gonna need to cut it off?”
  • the child is thrown off. if they giggle, you’re in the money. if they do not, put a bandaid on and do some sympathetic patting. they are probably a little teary. let the sad little bug sit out for a minute. they will quickly get bored.
  • works every time

People have this amazing notion that women are weak, and I say “amazing” because I just pulled the thickest hairs out of like half my leg today with a little machine and I’m going for the other half tonight and, basically, at this point, I’m waiting to be handed my Badge of Invincibility and there are women who have been through so much more than that and give even less of a shit than me; who the fuck comes up with these ideas of feminine weakness?

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my birthday is august 29th i will literally buy you a pizza

Ben & Emily {happily ever after} | Rose Garden wedding, Seattle ~ Seattle wedding photographer »

My sister’s wedding photos were just posted today!!!  Lots of cute rose garden pics and swirly fabric and soft colors.  And, of course, my sister being beautiful and my new brother-in-law being very handsome!  I was maid of honor, so I’m in a decent number of pictures and also stood nearest to her in the group pics.  Ben’s sister was the other bridesmaid in pink.  A ways down, there’s a picture of my mom and dad dancing and I can’t help feeling proud because I helped my mom pick her dress and get her makeup sorted out.

ALSO!!!  I caught the bouquet at exactly the same time as the flower girl!  They didn’t do the garter toss because it’s pretty gross, so no one was trying to match me up with groomsmen, but I did dance with the best man during the First Dance because Ben didn’t want to dance unless all the bridesmaids and groomsmen took some of the eyes off of Ben and Emily and the DJ played Sinatra.  So I guess “Fly Me to the Moon” is my sister’s and brother-in-law’s song now. :)

At the very bottom is the carousel picture, which looks like it should be in a magazine.  But I think the best part is that Emily smiled more on that day than on any other day I can remember, and the next morning at brunch Ben said that his ring felt like a Band-Aid that was fixing the fact that it took so long for them to get married.