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A paper, two units of psychology, and a fucking big test. Granted, not the final big, but still pretty big. I’m proud of myself because there were no panic attacks to be had. Now, I’m going to bed.
Goodnight, Tumbly Friends! Sleep sweet!
What happens in the library…
I refuse to believe that Sherlock Holmes would have signed his name in anything but elegant script.
Channeling my inner Chandler Bing.
Goddamn…*giggles* what a babe
My God, the babies you two could make…
Just remember, if I’m snapping My belt, I won’t be tripping over any cat toys.
Types of people who romanticize small town life:
- People who didn’t grow up in small towns
Christmas :X | via Tumblr on We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/89959334
I feel like this needs to be titled, “Happy Christmas! I hope you don’t have photosensitive epilepsy.”
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I got my hair cut this afternoon. I went in for a trim and came out with a hell of a lot less hair. I kind of wish I could just embrace my hair and let it go all Neil Gaiman-y, the way it wants to.
Pride and Prejudice salt and pepper shakers, from Bas Bleu. Be still my heart.
For a minute I thought these were cake toppers. I kinda might be disappointed.
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Daddy says he’s very proud of me for finishing my paper. That makes it worth it.
your kitten printer is running out of toner
Daddy… I can haz one?
times square theater
Hello, new Tumbly friends! I’m happy that you guys have joined me, but just a warning that this blog is for adults only. If you’re not 18 (or 21 in some places) kindly remove yourself. If you’re legal, welcome!
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