I want to be a midwife so i can see what all the rich white suburban parents name their children. Like congratulations Mrs Smith heres your baby organic granola apple quinoa
Dear women’s clothing designers: yes, I am going to leave the top of my shirt unbuttoned and the sleeves rolled up to my elbows. No, I don’t want ¾ths length sleeves and missing top buttons. It has to be a choice if it’s going to look roguish and handsome. A pox upon you and your terrible designs!
I hate this. I fucking hate this. This is essentially a fucking hieroglyphic. I see that picture and I immediately hear a combination of sounds in my head with a very specific and comprehendable meaning. Like, I hear it. It’s not even a fucking video, its a still fucking picture but I hear it and know exactly what the OP was trying to convey because this picture has a word inherently attached to it
why are people on here so dramatic about understanding vine references
When I was a child I thought Susan was needlessly mean to Ross. Then as I got older I realized Ross was an asshat and Susan was the only one on the show that could see it.
Concept: I wake up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water and have to disentangle myself from your sleepy embrace. When I return, I smile because you’re just so cute when you’re dreaming. I slip back under the covers with you and, in your sleep, you unconsciously reach for me, winding your arms around me and pulling me in close to rest my head on your shoulder. I’m lulled back to sleep by the warmth of your embrace and the sound of your heart beat.
