1930’s Teen Delinquents
i.e. life role models
I’m just gonna reblog this again because it’s one of my favorite pictures ever.
That girl in the chair seems like such a badass I bet she was the leader of the crew.
I want to write about these girls.
When I was a teenager my mother found my grandmother’s (her mother) school scrapbook. It included things like photos, notes, and a two page spread of every demerit she ever received over the course of her formal education. Each of them set aside with little tags like she was so fucking proud of them. They were all for things like, “Unladylike behavior” or, “Skirt too short” or, “refuses to listen to authority”. I loved that spread so much.
"No matter how bad you fuck up at work, you didn’t fucked up this bad"
Instead of caramel apples this Halloween, melt jolly ranchers in a 250 degree oven for around 5 minutes, then pour over your apples. Add edible glitter for the sparkling space effect!
this is kind of genius
I already loved this
BUT THEN I REALIZED IT’S KRISTEN BELL
I corrected it
I’m from Pennsylvania and that is accurate.
I don’t say it though but EVERYONE ELSE DOES AND IT’S JUST. NO.
How to tie shoes for running
Wait I need this for my dystonia!!!!
seems like valuable info to pass along
I would have threw out 115$ shoes if I didn’t use the Toe problem one. God bless this post.
I use the heel slipping one and it actually works.
This is the one time of year that I love wasps.
Not because the wasps themselves get any nicer. They’re horrid little creatures year round. No, it’s because I have a couple of big apple trees out back, and late August, early September is when the apples start ripening.
Now, if you don’t harvest your own fruit, there are two things you need to know about apples.
The first thing you need to know about apples is that, when apples get ripe, they tend to fall from the tree at the slightest breeze.
I often work late at the office; by the time I get home, there are piles of apples scattered everywhere - and sure enough, the wasps are out in force, gorging themselves on the fruit. When I go to clean up the windfallen apples, the wasps naturally do the “rawr, I’ma fuck you up!” routine for which wasps are known.
The second thing you need to know about apples is that they ferment very rapidly in the late August heat.
So: the wasps try to come at me, but they’re too drunk to fly. They get about an inch off the ground, then faceplant directly into the turf, flip over onto their backs, and lay there, legs twitching in the air as they try in vain to find something to sting.
Perhaps I’m a man of simple pleasures, but I bust up laughing every. single. time.
I tried to reblog this with a witty tag, but Tumblr took it as serious advice:
remember me for c e n t u r i e s [x]
so hoW ABOUT THAT NEW GRAVITY FALLS?!?!?!!?!!
That’s all she wrote. Thank you for stayin’ with me for the year and a half it took to tell this story.There will definitely be a book collecting just the Graveyard Quest story. Won’t be out til next year tho. Gonna let it settle for a bit. In the meantime, Back to the usual nonsense next week! Monday and Friday.