I will be going backpacking in Europe in May or September of 2015.
Now obsessing about it and doing all the research.
Street Art of the Day: Rap Quotes
New York City artist Jay Shells is no stranger to street art. In 2010, he launched the Subway Etiquette project to inform commuters about noise pollution and stairway conduct through parody subway signs, followed by the Metropolitan Etiquette project in 2011. This week, Shells unveiled his latest street sign parody project Rap Quotes, which consists of 30 red signs featuring notable rap lyrics about New York City placed in their corresponding locations. Curious how he made them? Head over to Animal NY.
Theodore and Franklin, it was such a rough day at work.
Cuddle corgs.
Betcha can’t guess what we had for lunch!
I guess I thought my 23rd birthday was a good time to invest in some actual makeup and try to fully “do” my makeup for the first time ever. After 20 minutes I look… exactly the same. Haha. Happy birthday to me!
Smoothie test: Great success! The one on the left is kale, parsley, granny smith apple, banana, and water. Right side is frozen berries, frozen peaches, and vanilla yogurt. Yum yum.
Reenacting college with the ole chips and salsa in bed pic.
A match made in dessert heaven.
I have never heard this phrase and I think it is my new favorite.
Lauren and Audrina FINALLY made up! Thank goodness!
The storm hasn’t even started.
I lit about a million candles.
I do not hate it.
Yet.
(via eat-till-you-drop)
(Source: m0rtality, via semi-sweetsouthernbelle)
[video]
“Give up sitting dutifully at your desk. Leave
your house or apartment. Go out into the world.
It’s all right to carry a notebook but a cheap
one is best, with pages the color of weak tea
and on the front a kitten or a space ship.
Avoid any enclosed space where more than
three people are wearing turtlenecks. Beware
any snow-covered chalet with deer tracks
across the muffled tennis courts.
Not surprisingly, libraries are a good place to write.
And the perfect place in a library is near an aisle
where a child a year or two old is playing as his
mother browses the ranks of the dead.
Often he will pull books from the bottom shelf.
The title, the author’s name, the brooding photo
on the flap mean nothing. Red book on black, gray
book on brown, he builds a tower. And the higher
it gets, the wider he grins.
You who asked for advice, listen: When the tower
falls, be like that child. Laugh so loud everybody
in the world frowns and says, “Shhhh.”
(Source: larmoyante, via absea)