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the-star-card asked
I'm drunk tooooooo!!! What are you drinking?



-1 starbucks via instant (mocha or caramel, live your life)

-1 decent sized glug of whipped cream vodka

-1 glug kahlua

-1 large spoonful hot cocoa mix

combine all ingredients in a kermit the frog mug and stir them into a thick, gritty fuck-you-up slurry that smells like chocolate death

pour in roughly 8 oz hot water and stir again, you burly-armed stirring wizard

toss in a handful of marshmallows. eat a handful of marshmallows. toss in a few more.

take one intro shot of either liquor before you get started sipping your drink because who wants to wait to feel that shit

hold mug between sweater paws and get slowly, beautifully crunk




i tried to find a dupe for atomic bc im not paying $30 for a lipgloss and i found this etsy store and im just heart eyes emoji. also the store is called fiercemagenta!!!

heres a link for clickin:

yo, some of my peeps NEED this


Never ending colouring competition, Wellington City, 2014. Photo: M. Robinson


Never ending colouring competition, Wellington City, 2014. Photo: M. Robinson

You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got.
And at one point you’d hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your brokenhearted spouse there in the pew and tell him that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you. And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever.
And the physicist will remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives.
And you’ll want the physicist to explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed, they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they’ll be comforted to know your energy’s still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you’re just less orderly.

Aaron Freeman (via universal-simplicity)


Sometimes I have little passion projects for showcase samples, which can be hard to set aside time for with all the custom orders coming in. :)
So for those of you contemplating making an order with me soon, I thought I would offer a small discount to anyone wanting to adopt one of these little ideas for their commission. Maybe I’ll be on the same brainwave with one of you. :)
Here are three prints I have hanging around waiting to be pattern matched corsets, the first jellyfish corset I made was really popular so I thought there might be further interest and the honeycomb would make a really cute mesh piece.
But what’s been really itching at my brain for months has been to make a corset out of the Garden of Earthly Delights triptych

Gah I wish I had money.


combat boots literally look good with anything

wearing a skirt? combat boots
wearing jeans? combat boots
wearing shorts? combat boots
wearing sweatpants? combat boots
wearing nothing? combat boots