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Quote of the Day :: May 3, 2013

inlikewithlife:

chaotic-awesome:

I Don’t Know How Much Vodka I Put In This But I’m Going To Drink It Anyways: a memoir

This drink tastes awful, but I can’t waste alcohol: a sequel

(via emilybordi)

lovequotesrus:

Everything you love is here
blindsprings:

ckents:

aladdinsfuturewife:

Did you know these are the same dancers from the Chimney scene in Mary Poppins!?!


Still defining epic, after all these years.

#this is the best post that ever was and ever will be

this makes me so happy every time i see this

(Source: wewewe-soexcited, via emilybordi)

lullabiesgoonandon:

The clean snap of rifle straps in unison is the sexiest thing ever.

Unf.

(via emilybordi)

charlesdarwn:

YESTERDAY I WAS GOING INTO ENGLISH CLASS AND THIS KID WAS TELLING MY TEACHER “I HAVE THIS VIDEO I WANT TO SHOW THE CLASS” AND MY TEACHER WAS LIKE “OKAY WHATS IT RATED” AND HE WAS LIKE “OH ITS G ITS DEFINITELY G” AND SO HE WENT TO THE CLASSROOM AND PUT THIS ON MY TEACHER WAS HORRIFIED I NEARLY PISSED MYSELF

(via onewhocrochetswithmjolnir)

(I work the floor at an independently-owned menswear store. The owner, my boss, spends a lot of time at the shop, and tries to keep prices as low as possible to help our city’s large homeless population get good job interview clothes. A clearly homeless man is wandering around the store. The other patrons are giving him looks.)
Customer: “Excuse me, sir?”
Me: “Yes, ma’am?”
Customer: “I think you may want to call security. That… bum over there, he keeps feeling the suits and muttering to himself. I’m just sure he’s planning to steal one.”
Me: “Well, ma’am, I think that’s quite unlikely.”
Customer: “Oh, come on, you know how they are! I mean, I’d keep an eye on him even if he wasn’t homeless!”
(The homeless man in question happens to be Hispanic.)
Me: “We don’t discriminate here, ma’am.”
Customer: “Well, I’m sure the owner would want to hear about this!”
(I give in and call him over. The customer explains her concerns. As a black man, my boss isn’t happy with her racism, but agrees to talk to the homeless man.)
Owner: “Excuse me, sir, are you finding what you need?”
Homeless Man: “Well, not really. I’m hoping for something versatile in a dark or navy wool, but most of the options in my size are cut American style instead of European, which fits me a little better. Not to mention they’re all pinstriped, which I really don’t have the build for, you know?”
Owner: “I… yes, I understand. I think we may have some options over here, if you’ll follow me. How did you know all that?”
Homeless Man: “Back before I lost my job, I used to be really into this stuff. I’m not looking for anything fancy, just something I can use to look good for a job interview later today.”
(My boss helps him find something he likes, and comes to the counter with him. The suit is priced at $87.)
Homeless Man: *digging in his pockets* “Hang on, I think I’ve got enough.”
Owner: *to me* “Take my card. I’m buying it for him.” *to the homeless man* “Here. The suit’s yours, on one condition. After your interview today, you come back and apply for a job here too. Got it?”
Homeless Man: “I… oh my God, thank you. Thank you so much.”
(Two years later, that formerly-homeless man is my manager, and has a little girl with his new wife—the owner’s sister.)

Sometimes at night I suddenly become aware of all the things I’m missing out on right now, and all the people who I’m not close to anymore, and all of the good times that will never happen again, and all the people who meant the world to me who have forgotten about me forever, and I get this awful feeling that’s kind of like a mix between loneliness and nostalgia.

(Source: lunafur, via highn0tes)

guy:

do u ever yell at people “I WANT TO FUCK YOU” but like in ur head

(Source: guy, via highn0tes)