I'm A Real Catastrophe.
"As Long As I Have Hands, I Can Break Something. As Long As We Can Breathe, We Can Sing . As Long As I Can Remember, I Can Hear Him- He Says "Kid, You'll Be Fine." "
A 13-year-old Girl Scout in San Francisco recently set up shop outside a marijuana clinic and sold 117 boxes of Girl Scout cookies within two hours. The cookies were such a big hit, she’s been invited back.
[boss ass bitch plays in the distance]
She’s the smartest person ever I would buy 10 boxes
Today I did a boob mandala. It ruled. I’d love to do more of these. Done at @goodlucktattoo
This is fucking rad and I want it on my blog. Nat is amazing.
Oh my god that’s amazing
As someone with 23 piercings, this speaks to me on a deep level.
Sorry I can’t
not reblog this.
So true. I see this all the time at work.
I see this everywhere and the kids I babysit say their parents don’t pay attention to them. The parents tried firing me because I couldn’t come over a specific week and the kids cried for the parents to hire me back. I don’t have any piercings and only one tattoo, and most people would say I look like a serial killer. But the kids love me to death because I give them more love and attention than their own parents.
Neil Hilborn // “Punk Rock John” (Poetry Observed)
"As long as I have hands, I can break something. As long as we can breathe, we can sing."
A classic from Neil Hilborn, which we just posted from our original 2012 series with Poetry Observed. If you buy Neil’s album, “Northbound”, you’ll get this poem along with NINETEEN others!
In grade 8 I really hated this girl so I collected the sugar from my pack of sour patch kids and gave it to her saying its cocaine and she actually snorted it and at recess she pretended she was high and she was called crack whore for the rest of the year. Now she does real crack and blames me saying I got her addicted. She still doesnt know it was just sugar
my latest masterpiece