Can we just talk about the movie Shrek for a second here?
Here we see the three bears in a cage, the baby bear is crying that it’s too small.
Now, back at Shreks swamp we see the baby bear still crying to his father, yet he’s not in a cage, Where’s his mother?
Later on, it shows Lord Farquaads castle and it shows the Mother bear skinned and turned into a rug.
Lord Farquaad SKINNED AND TURNED THE MOTHER BEAR INTO A RUG.
THAT’S WHY THE BABY BEAR IS STILL CRYING.
This is Pretzel in his “stinky noodle time-out box” which we use to contain a stinky noodle after he makes a stinky poop.
(He doesn’t like it when the lid comes off, which is why he’s looking so put out.)
"I have noticed that when all the lights are on, people tend to talk about what they are doing – their outer lives. Sitting round in candlelight or firelight, people start to talk about how they are feeling – their inner lives. They speak subjectively, they argue less, there are longer pauses. To sit alone without any electric light is curiously creative. I have my best ideas at dawn or at nightfall, but not if I switch on the lights – then I start thinking about projects, deadlines, demands, and the shadows and shapes of the house become objects, not suggestions, things that need to done, not a background to thought."
Recently I went clothes shopping with my sister and I stopped shaving my arm pits and she saw and asked why, I told her I didn't want to, so every time I lifted my arms she looked disgusted at me, I shaved them when I got home, now I feel horrible.
Ugh. Moms. My mom got disgusted by my armpits when we were at a family dinner. She said I should go “live in France” (…ok?) and left a pack of razors on my bed later. Cool, mom. Kasey’s mom was so embarrassed by her armpits that she paid her $100 to shave. She took it, then let them grow right back out.
the day in the life pictures of jemima kirke makes it seem like even the way you brush your teeth is lame
also whats funny is i really only wanted to post 2-3 pictures and then i honestly just couldn’t narrow them down…
Would you mind if I got "I am not the sea" tattooed on my wrist? That poem means so much to me and I love it beyond words.
Oh wow I’d be honored!