Your life is not an episode of Skins. Things will never look quite as good as they do in a faded, sun-drenched Polaroid; your days are not an editorial from Lula. Your life is not a Sofia Coppola movie, or a Chuck Palahniuk novel, or a Charles Bukowski poem. Grace Coddington isn’t your creative director. Bon Iver and Joy Division don’t play softly in the background at appropriate moments. Your hysterical teenage diary isn’t a work of art. Your room probably isn’t Selby material. Your life isn’t a Tumblr screencap. Every word that comes out of your mouth will not be beautiful and poignant, infinitely quotable. Your pain will not be pretty. Crying till you vomit is always shit. You cannot romanticize hurt. Or sadness. Or loneliness. You will have homework, and hangovers and bad hair days. The train being late won’t lead to any fateful encounters, it will make you late. Sometimes your work will suck. Sometimes you will suck. Far too often, everything will suck - and not in a Wes Anderson kind of way. And there is no divine consolation - only the knowledge that we will hopefully experience the full spectrum - and that sometimes, just sometimes, life will feel like a Coppola film.
OKAY I WAS MAKING A GIF RESPONSE THE OTHER NIGHT AND RIGHT AS I CLICKED START MY MOM YELLED “ITS TIME FOR DINNER” AND I JUST CASUALLY MADE MY WAY UPSTAIRS AND THIS HAPPENED
This is horrifying
SOMEONE PLEASE REVERSE THIS
your wish is my command
go ODBY E
I WAS OFFLINE FOR 6 HOURS AND THIS HAPPENS wHY
Hello friends I am here
Goodbye friends I am gone
I usually don’t take pictures of strangers and post them online but…
Today at Target this lady was being dragged by her two sons into the toy aisle and since I was looking at Transformers I happened to see them go by. These boys were REALLY excited about something and I wasn’t sure what, so out of curiosity I peeked around the “boy’s aisle” and….
They were grabbing tons of different dolls and accessories and begging their mom for them and what she told them was priceless.
She didn’t say no because they were boys who wanted “girl’s toys”….she said,
“You already have Ariel, don’t you want someone else?”
And one of the boys just kept yelling how Ariel was his favorite.
Their mom was just so frustrated and exhausted like they must beg her for princess toys all the time and they probably have so many back at home and I’m sorry but that’s just adorable ;w;
BUT THE LADY IS LIKE
“… .y… -okay.”
even the puppet backed up
crying because of the puppet tho