Bonjour
is it just me?
or did ingrid michaelson TOTALLYYYYY steal my picture of a snot-nosed kid? i googled hard for that shit.
NOT appreciated, miss.
kuh-Stole. Fail.
3 hours ago • 0 notes
Why He’s Hot:
- Admit it ladies, and gentlemen; you think Jack White is hot, and you don’t quite know why. Allow me to explain. He’s creepy as fuck, but he’s the kind of creeper you want climbing through your bedroom window late at night. When he smiles it almost looks as if he wants to molest you, but for reasons unknown you’re not scared, in fact you want it.
- Musician much? Not only does he kill the guitar, but he sings, and rocks the drums, and looks good doing it. He can make a fucking guitar out of a bottle, piece of wood and wire…whaaaat? I can’t imagine that creativity is limited to his musical skills.
- His hair is a hot mess; emphasis on the hot. You don’t really know what’s happening there, but you do know that you want to be pulling on it as his sweaty body is tangled in yours.
- His body is BA-banging. He fills out those shirts in a way that makes you want to tear them off…with your mouth. His arms scream hold me and you know he’s capable of throwing you against the wall and showing you how real men do.
- He’s a family man who keeps his life on the DL for the sake of the kids. You respect that, but there’s no reason you can’t respect it while laying naked in his bed.
{submission}
True, true
lovelovelovelove
“You respect that, but there’s no reason you can’t respect it while laying naked in his bed.” haaaaaaaa so true. That’s something I would do..
3 hours ago • 439 notes
he's taller than a speeding bullet.
longest. day. ever.
i have the worst luck with flights in the world. three canceled in one day. that’s a record for ya. but alas, i am home. the second you land you can feel the humidity, and it’s like the entire city is hugging you welcoming you back. it makes it all worth it. phew.
i say this every time i fly, but i meet the most interesting people on flights. i can tell them anything and everything because i will never see them again, and there’s something comforting in that. while laying on the charlotte airport floor in front of the movable sidewalk in a google beanbag next to a rocking chair under a tree gazing out at the food court, i met a turkish man from germany. yea, you read that right. his english was a little broken, but pretty good considering he’d only been to the states once before. he told me about his trip around the world he’d taken in march by himself and how liberating it was. he went completely around the world in one month. insanity. “i finally know now that the world is round,” he chuckled. i now am the proud owner of a turkish/german pen pal. i’ll take him for a spin later. HEH!
i think the lack of sleep, jetlag and recovery from illness has already driven me mad.
my house is so different but so the same. huge ass tv that is unnecessary in my eyes, kittens are bigger, room altered, new bookcase, blah. it’s weird to think i’ve grown up in this house my whole life. but then it would be weird if i didn’t.
i don’t think i’m ready for this.
i think i’m ready for this.
I think you’re ready for this. <3
13 hours ago • 3 notes
megganyandco: cottonandcandy: sleepisforidiots: (via likeneelyohara)
YUMMMMMMM.
this looks like neverland food and I want it IN MY BELLY.
ffuuuuu thanks maggie! i KNEW this looked familiar lol
I saw this and said, ‘Play!” lol. Love you guys<3
13 hours ago • 177 notes

