Alive? I am merely masquerading as such.

My office wall. Yoda is covering a huge HUGE hole in the wall I made bc I’m too impatient to let a 3M hook pull off.

I have begun a Santa scarf early so that I’m not feeling out crafting while I’m grading.

I photograph crookedly but success!

Finally finished! Ironing and framing left.

I have good feelings re: Demi Lovato.

(Source: imawarriorbutaworkingprogress)

Every time I think I’m finished, I find something else that’s cool to put on this thing. Fireballs after mushroom. Every time I think I’m finished, I find something else that’s cool to put on this thing. Fireballs after mushroom.

Every time I think I’m finished, I find something else that’s cool to put on this thing. Fireballs after mushroom.

They have no idea. College and grad school books are expensive. I think I used my future Goose as collateral for three courses my first semester at NYU.

awomanfromitaly:

bh cosmetics galaxy chic palette

this is only 12 fucking dollars and 4.9/5 with 50 reviews i’m buying 10

I bought it and I’m all over Mercury.

(Source: thedarkdivide)

I’m really happy that you, old high school friend, are on Baby #2 and are surprising yourself and obviously the entire world with the kid’s gender.

I get it. I’ll be happy when you and said kid are healthy and on the outside, and I know that this is a wonderful and exciting experience for your family. Your family. But for now? Shut the ever-loving fuck up about your baby pool and your belly pictures. One a week, maybe. A dozen a day? I can’t wade through them to see the good shit on social media, like pictures of people’s food and instagram artsy sunsets.

Beau Taplin, this is the saddest poem I’ve ever read.

Beau Taplin, this is the saddest poem I’ve ever read.

(Source: lucifurby)

"I’m not responsible for what I do while I’m sleeping."
— My motto

I may have been a little obsessed with Hamtaro in my early twenties.

If I can’t leave the office, I’ll at least laugh.