it's mi-ro, yo.

imnotthatkindofgirl:

So this is a thing…literary novels on board book for babies.

OMG. I want this. I don’t even care how fatty status that makes me.

Holy Schmoly

I have to take a class that teaches future teachers how to build websites (from a template) and it is the worst thing ever. I’m not kidding. I want to die during instruction. I do not understand how someone around my age, most of them younger, made it this far in life/the e-world without knowing how to create an in-text link. For real, there are buttons and everything for it. You know that chain thing? Click it. Paste. Done. Have you seriously never had a blog?? Or MySpace, way back when? Anything???!!? It’s not even confusing. We don’t need to spend 30 mins learning it.

How do these people function on the Internet. How.

(Source: serenadeofaneclecticloversmirage)

When I overreact just a tiny bit

shmessla:

whatshouldwecallme:

#DEAD

shmessla:

how…do…i…choose…just…one???!!!!!  all found on this website.

I need these. Especially that snitch cray. Too good.

curtncurly:

in-backyards:

This is the best dog video I have ever seen (via peacebeneath and dootzy).

Brb googling how to teach skybo to booty pop.

We went mountain biking up Corner Canyon last night. Breathtaking. (at Corner Canyon Trail Head)

beautifultype:

The history of typography, stop motion by Ben Barrett-Forrest (Forestmedia.org)

lauradoestheastro:

Zelda Fitzgerald-inspired ice cream by Jeni’s.

almost-never:

I just listened to this song three times in my bathroom and slow danced with myself.

(Source: rymat)

4:00 AM - Waking up in the Morning

I had a “nightmare” and haven’t been able to go back to sleep. The dream was that I was driving somewhere on a back road, saw a police, looked down and realized I was speeding. I slammed on the break but the speedometer wouldn’t go down, even after I stopped. Then the cop pulls me over, I go to roll down the window and realize I’m in the back seat and I’m way embarrassed because I can’t reach to put the car in park. He asks me if I know why he pulled me over, I ask if I was speeding, he says no this is a stolen car. I get out and look at the green station wagon, definitely not my car. I’m so confused as to how I got in the wrong car and started it with my very own keys and my old boss crawls out of the bushes and says it is his car.

I woke up with my heart pounding and legs shaking and apparently my body thinks this was the scariest dream of all time because it won’t let me go back to sleep. Whenever I close my eyes my heart starts pounding and my legs go numb.

Dream expert, please tell me what this means.

Look! Chick-fil-A loves me! 😊

3 Things.

1. I love when Pinterest shows me the crazies. WHY in the world are people making chandeliers, curtains and “statement necklaces” out of paper clips? Who are you? Those are fug. Please do something useful with your spare time.

2. Why is Justin Bieber so freaking weird? Really though.

3. Once there was this hoarder that went missing, they found her two months later under all the trash in her apartment. This is not a joke, it is a true story. Oh my gosh. Horrifying.

People are more important than iPods