sunday mornings are the new saturday nights. lets just get that...
sunday mornings are the new saturday nights. lets just get that out there. its all fun and games drinking liquor until you talk like a baby but the real winners out there - the real Vince Lombardi’s of awesomeness - know that the next day really seals the deal. you won’t meet the girl in a bar, you’ll meet her the next day when her mascara is all rubbed off on the sheets because you had a rad night with her the night before. there will be Bloody Marys and BLT’s and you can keep your sunglasses on when you walk her dog later and pretend you’re a celebrity when you keep your sunglasses on

Taylor Swift sounds like a fancy bird. A bird of prey. A wild...
Taylor Swift sounds like a fancy bird. A bird of prey. A wild and exotic creature that could possibly defeat a mongoose, or worse, a fleet of mongeese (or mongooses?). Taylor Swift arrived at the American mainstream and drank liberally from it, and spread her wings, and now flies around the country preaching her song as any songbird should.

fotomaf: BEGINBEING: curated inspiration: water on lens...
fotomaf: BEGINBEING: curated inspiration: water on lens exhibit omg thats so cool.

the more i think about it, the more i realize that the...
the more i think about it, the more i realize that the relationship to my boner is a lot like the penultimate scene in The Lion King where Mufasa goes “Simba, this could all be yours” and i reply “fuuuuuuuuucking shiiiiiiiiiit shes wearing knee high sockkkkksssss”.

(via thathipsterporn) basically i want to be able to look at...
(via thathipsterporn) basically i want to be able to look at my son one day - right in the eye - and say “your mom was fucking hot”. and then we high five, me and the kid. or something. i haven’t thought all this out yet.