dear jesus or god or whomever,
i just spent my whole lunch break looking for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich- finally resorted to buying my own peanut butter, jelly and bread thinking “oh, i’ll just keep this at work and make it every day for lunch” just to make one and find out that i don’t even really like peanut butter and jelly anymore. when did this happen? when did i grow up? does this mean that i no longer love easy mac anymore? or gummy sharks? or eating ketchup with every. single. edible. thing?
this is serious business, business of which i cannot just look the other way; cannot simply accept.
truly perturbed,
me.
i think i have a problem
you don’t know how badly i wish my hair was peach.
ahem… yes please.
classic
fuckyeahdresses: (via larafairie)
imogen morris clarke in “lady grey” by tim walker for vogue italia march 2010
imogen morris clarke in “lady grey” by tim walker for vogue italia march 2010
i love pokemon. :)
ug. this is just an example of how i always go for #10’s. i am probably only a #5 or #6…. Fives can’t go for Tens. FML. Obviously this is a celebrity #10, but i go for Tens in real life too. i wish my crushes were semi-obtainable.
Alice in Wonderland!
tonight.. with Jenifer.
Jenifer, i love you. you’re my breast friend.
