WHAT IS THIS REAL LIFE YOU SPEAK OF??
THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS “IRL.”
WE COME FROM THE INTERNET, WE RECOGNIZE NO SUCH COUNTRY.
Moon Rest by ghostpatrol on my bod by Zoe Tattoo. I like to think of her as a little nature guardian.
hey, my sister on my dash!
O beauty!
Flowers i have eaten: lavender, rose, calendula, nasturtium, chamomile, squash blossom, and pansy.
just snackin.
SALMONEUS: Okay, uh, can I just…yeah. Always address your troops from your right side. It’s your best side, not that you have a bad side. It-you’ve got beautiful eyes, you’ve got great cheek structure. Smile more. Show off your cheeks. See? Ahh. Uh-huh. (Xena makes an attempt to smile).
XENA: Don’t stop amusing me, now.
SALMONEUS: No, your Highness, your Worship, your—your, what is your titular? Um, wh, uh, uh, how do you like to be undressed? Addressed? Hmm?
“Your titular.” Yes, that is my official title.
I did my roommate’s hair and makeup, provided her with donuts, and took this picture.
She’s beautiful and I think I’m something of a genius.
Creating a life that reflects your values and satisfies your soul is a rare achievement. In a culture that relentlessly promotes avarice and excess as the good life, a person happy doing his own work is usually considered an eccentric, if not a subversive. Ambition is only understood if it’s to rise to the top of some imaginary ladder of success. Someone who takes an undemanding job because it affords him the time to pursue other interests and activities is considered a flake. A person who abandons a career in order to stay home and raise children is considered not to be living up to his potential-as if a job title and salary are the sole measure of human worth. You’ll be told in a hundred ways, some subtle and some not, to keep climbing, and never be satisfied with where you are, who you are, and what you’re doing. There are a million ways to sell yourself out, and I guarantee you’ll hear about them.
- Bill Watterson (via mikekarnell)
holy shit could this be any more perfect
@girlseatingfood this goes out to you.
Ha! I love Dana Scully, Our Lady of Skepticism. Uh-huh.
But, hello - XENA?! Our Lady of Warrior Cleavage is MISSING.
(Source: heymonster)
WHAT IS THIS REAL LIFE YOU SPEAK OF??
THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS “IRL.”
WE COME FROM THE INTERNET, WE RECOGNIZE NO SUCH COUNTRY.