Apt. 4-G
Pendulum Experiment (by zabong)
I’ve lived in the South for over 20 years, and I still have to rely on survival skills any time I find myself in a scary redneck bar. You basically have to do something to equalize the situation within the first fifteen minutes of your arrival (after you order your first beer), or else nobody knows what your story is. And when nobody knows your story in a redneck bar, be prepared to be the loser in a City Folk vs. Country Folk stab-fest.
Your best option? Go immediately to the jukebox and play “Lay Down Sally” by Eric Clapton. This has won more people over than I care to discuss. Also, in the case of a karaoke situation, it helps to know all the lyrics to “Boot Scootin’ Boogie” by Brooks & Dunn. This has gotten me out of multiple jams, I’m telling you.
(via dreamsofdragonsfire)
I first noticed the bird motif on the pro-ana sites. Girls described wanting to have bird bones, to be feather thin, ‘become frail’, to be light as air, be delicate, small, like a shimmering, (starving) sparrow.
The bird lust has seeped into other facets of culture, fashion…
oh my, this is SUCH A GOOD IDEA!
Glitter in vintage shakers, as seen on Polka Dot Pineapple (via pinterest)
Wanker Lane, in the rain | Melbourne, Victoria, Australia
© mugley
(Source: beautifulurself, via kisforkristina)
Executive realness.
Once shocked and embarrassed by my new found “Aging Person’s Anxiety, Paranoia, and General Grumpiness” (yes, it was found, as I BARELY felt this kind of thing in my 20’s — seriously), I’ve decided recently to embrace it and cut off everyone who doesn’t feel the exact same*.
*= I’m kidding**.
** = Sort of?





