SO MANY KINDS OF WRONG.

SO MANY KINDS OF WRONG.

Meet your new best friend: the Tawny Frog Mouth.

Fuck this.

Last night I had a dream that my intestines fell out through my belly button… apparently the dream definition of this is less than good.

Intestine in a Dream | What does it mean when I dream about intestine?

To dream of seeing intestines, signifies you are about to be visited by a grave calamity, which will remove some friend. To see your own intestines, denotes grave situations are closing around you; sickness of a nature to affect you in your daily communications with others threatens you. Probable loss, with much displeasure, is also denoted. If you think you lay them upon something, which turns out to be a radiator, and they begin to grow hot and make you very uncomfortable, and you ask others to assist you, and they refuse, it foretells unexpected calamity, which will probably come in the form of a desperate illness or a misfortune for which you will be censured by those formerly your friends. You may have trouble in extricating yourself from an unpromising predicament.

I went and saw tUnE-YarDs at the Entry on Friday, and all I have to say is HOLY BALLS they’re good. Please listen to all of their songs, buy their album, and if you are given the chance GO SEE THEM! Thank you.

tasty…
weirdfriends:

Ensuite via Unchanging Window

oh god… this is a little too much for me. i need an adult.

(via thedailywhat)

oh god… this is a little too much for me. i need an adult.
(via thedailywhat)

HAHAHAHA. That’s so pathetic I might just have to allow it.

HAHAHAHA. That’s so pathetic I might just have to allow it.

SUMMER! NOW! PLEASE! (this is pretty much all I want to eat in the summer time… and steak)

SUMMER! NOW! PLEASE! (this is pretty much all I want to eat in the summer time… and steak)

micasaessucasa:

manmeant:

(via dulcetdisguise)

AHH!!!!mazing.

micasaessucasa:

manmeant:

(via dulcetdisguise)


AHH!!!!mazing.

This makes me feel like I’m being smothered by cotton candy, teddy bears, and sparkles. Yippie!

Style.com’s “favorite phooblogger, Tommy Ton of JakAndJil” snaps away at all the pretty people and things swarming the RTW shows in NYC, London, Milan and Paris.

The shoes in the world right now are really making me reconsider my heel-celibacy. I might just have to sacrifice comfort for platforms. I mean… come on. They’re so good.

Also, I am kind of hating myself because everyone in these photos are just so perfectly put together. Sometimes being super-well-dressed seems so impossible…

I love these look book music video things happening lately. It’s a much more entertaining way to view a collection. This is Neurotica.

Hoooooo boy! Old cartoons are shamelessly racist… but how can you not love Casper? Conundrum…

This is my axe, Carla. She’s shiny and pretty. She glimmers like a bazillion rubies basking in oh-so ethereal god-light… or she would if I ever got her on a stage…

I’m destroying my fingers right now to try and feel even close to ready to do something like that. MOTIVATION. It’s returning as winter is leaving. This proverbial revolving door is annoying the shit out of me, but at least I’m on the up-swing at the moment. Also, I’ve always been sort of afraid of revolving doors. I’m convinced one day I’ll hesitate and then get crammed in between the wall and the door and that my body will crumple into some cartoon-like shape and I’ll die a really stupid death. And then I’ll forever be remembered as “that one girl who died in a revolving door”. Coincidentally, this is exactly how I feel about my personal inspiration/motivation/creativity - that one day I’ll start spinning around and never get out, which would of course result in the implosion and disappearance of my soul. Duh.

Anyhoo, it’s time to get shit done. No more wallowing. No more whining. No more heavy sighs.

FIGHT!

This is my axe, Carla. She’s shiny and pretty. She glimmers like a bazillion rubies basking in oh-so ethereal god-light… or she would if I ever got her on a stage…
I’m destroying my fingers right now to try and feel even close to ready to do something like that. MOTIVATION. It’s returning as winter is leaving. This proverbial revolving door is annoying the shit out of me, but at least I’m on the up-swing at the moment. Also, I’ve always been sort of afraid of revolving doors. I’m convinced one day I’ll hesitate and then get crammed in between the wall and the door and that my body will crumple into some cartoon-like shape and I’ll die a really stupid death. And then I’ll forever be remembered as “that one girl who died in a revolving door”. Coincidentally, this is exactly how I feel about my personal inspiration/motivation/creativity - that one day I’ll start spinning around and never get out, which would of course result in the implosion and disappearance of my soul. Duh.
Anyhoo, it’s time to get shit done. No more wallowing. No more whining. No more heavy sighs.
FIGHT!

Look at this springy-happiness that’s coming in the mail!

Look at this springy-happiness that’s coming in the mail!