I dyed my hair green

I dyed my hair green

lohvleelunatic:

phibbnewton:

scoot scoot scoot

Look at this cute little fucker go

lohvleelunatic:

phibbnewton:

scoot scoot scoot

Look at this cute little fucker go

erynlou:

Mikhaela in the Douglas Coupland exhibit today

erynlou:

Mikhaela in the Douglas Coupland exhibit today

fuckoff-kindly:

comptonsfin3st:

Wu tang is forever

Girls like this // tattoos.

fuckoff-kindly:

comptonsfin3st:

Wu tang is forever

Girls like this // tattoos.

irisnectar:

Hamborgarapeysan by Yrurari

apolloniasaintclair:

Apollonia Saintclair 511 - L’extatique (The extatique)

apolloniasaintclair:

Apollonia Saintclair 511 - L’extatique (The extatique)

humansofnewyork:

"You can make about 75% more money with a cat on your head than you can with a cat on your shoulder."

humansofnewyork:

"You can make about 75% more money with a cat on your head than you can with a cat on your shoulder."

altogetherdrop:

altogetherdrop:

where’s that picture from fckh8 that’s just a picture of jennifer lawrence saying “gay rights!”

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i found it


I’m in the delivery room, and I’m in labor. It’s not painful, but I feel — off. There’s something wrong. Also, I notice that I’m wearing roller skates. The doctor, who’s Drew Barrymore for some reason, tells me to push, and I do, and I hear the nurses kind of gasp. I ask what’s wrong, but no one will tell me, not Nurse Eve or Nurse Juliette Lewis or anybody. I push one more time, just so I can see what’s wrong with the baby, and suddenly Michael Cera comes out, fully grown and covered with afterbirth. ‘Ellen, what’s up?’ he says. ‘Wanna get a burrito after this?’ I scream, and that’s when I wake up. [on her weirdest dream]

I’m in the delivery room, and I’m in labor. It’s not painful, but I feel — off. There’s something wrong. Also, I notice that I’m wearing roller skates. The doctor, who’s Drew Barrymore for some reason, tells me to push, and I do, and I hear the nurses kind of gasp. I ask what’s wrong, but no one will tell me, not Nurse Eve or Nurse Juliette Lewis or anybody. I push one more time, just so I can see what’s wrong with the baby, and suddenly Michael Cera comes out, fully grown and covered with afterbirth. ‘Ellen, what’s up?’ he says. ‘Wanna get a burrito after this?’ I scream, and that’s when I wake up. [on her weirdest dream]

gettin drank
mmmm dat fat tire though

gettin drank

mmmm dat fat tire though

*purposely drop something in front of my crush*

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