see, this is why i’m on the fence about kids. most of the time, can’t stand them. and then there’s these kids. um, fuck yeah i want hipster offspring that sing robyn and make drum circle videos with empty organic butter containers. and you best know one is named after the beatles.
blogasaurus mex
pretty baller.
fucking love meryl streep!
hot lesbian mess.
there's not a lot more to say, really.
oh, badass.
I’m only an eye, not an I.
Marcos, Picture Perfect (1995)
(Source: nickthejam)
hey he likes cool-thinking-man’s music. werks like a charm.
oh the life of lesbians…
“The women show up early on Sundays, around 3:00. They are of the Hollywood-hipster variety, all wearing low-slung jeans and graphic t-shirts. Not a lot of purses. Most claim they are stopping by for one drink before returning home to do something responsible, typically hiking, cooking, or finishing up their AfterEllen.com columns.
Next thing they know it’s 10 p.m.and their shoes are missing.”
—L.A. Scene
