Cartography of rejection.
Congratulations, Class of 2013!
Source (including full version): Lunchbreath, Mantone
LOOK
I DID A THING
I MADE THESE
All of the tiny bernese mountain dogs.
OMG the sweet, proud mama with SO MANY CUTE BABIES
Their COLLARS.
I want one of these. I’d name it Bernie, and then when dogsitters come to watch my dog, it’ll be Weekend at Bernie’s (but not really).
(Source: yaypuppiesyay, via ghostindawalls)
I want to tell you that you have given me complete happiness. No one could have done more than you have done. Please believe that.”
— Virginia Woolf, Letter to Leonard Woolf (28 March 1941) from The Virginia Woolf Reader (1984)
(Source: vieillevague, via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
The 14-karat gold-plated Slinky is a great way to spend $108 of your hard-earned money in a way that will make you mad. Either you won’t be able to play with it, or the son of a bitch is going to get a kink in it immediately, and you’ll have to sit there and stare at your janked-ass gold Slinky for the rest of your life. You can throw away a five-dollar Slinky and forget about it instantly, but you’ll refuse to chuck this expensive, fucked-up spring.
They’ll throw it on top of your coffin before they start shoveling in the dirt, and your headstone will read CARRIED A BENT-UP SLINKY AROUND FOR LIKE 50 YEARS BECAUSE IT WAS GOLD.
