message on the pavement

fuckyeahspringfield:

So, we’ve decided to open up the ask box again, however, we won’t be taking anymore requests.

All requests will be ignored until we finish the 500-ish we have. 

Reblogged solely for the awesomeness of that screencap.

i hate this season sometimes.  i want to get my husband so many things.  he works so hard, trying to further his career so we can have a nice life, and he spends so much time helping others and even just preparing to help others.  i wish i had the money to get him what he deserves.  

fuckyeahamazonreviews:

Don’t need Poe no mo’.  

fuckyeahbadbookart:

Yes, high schoolers—you, too, can have a lucrative career in book art!  (Just make sure to spend more time on your homework, as this artist has undoubtedly done.)

His boots smell like shit, literally like shit. I don’t think it’s the bottoms of them either. They just stink, and I swear that even before the rest of his body comes through the doorway, I can smell the boots first. I should buy him new ones, but I’m not sure if I have enough money. I’ve got $50 that needs to last me until, well, I don’t know. Maybe I’ll get hit by a bus next week and it’ll only have to last me until then. Or maybe I’ll live to be ninety, hoping that the nursing home has some sort of welfare program. I’ve just about come to the conclusion that no one will hire me. Ever. Mum says I should apply at Target and McDonald’s, but I keep telling her that I’ve done my time in retail and food, years of it in fact. Those years are the reason why I went back to school. I couldn’t stand looking at the ‘lifers’ of the place, knowing that someday, that would be me.

Whipped cream vodka is too good for its own good.

I don’t know whether the big bottle being on sale is a blessing or curse.

…another movie had better come to the ‘burgh soon.  i miss being on set. :-(

I wonder if that’s from the day they gave us snow cones.

punkfarie:

he has absolutely no filter and i love it. 

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