Aah, thanks a lot :)
Don’t cry don’t cry DON’T CRY DON’T CRY DON’T—
Yeah no but seriously. Read it.
Holy fuck that twist.
That is some fine writing.
Just a reminder that I have a crazy webcomic about alien mermaids and robots. Coming out of hiatus very soon. You can read the full comic here http://tapastic.com/episode/15316
or check out the tumblr
I could watch the latin lesson scene from The Life of Brian a thousand times and never get tired of it.
Dear Wisconsin Bath and Body Works, GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER IN THE CANDLE DEPARTMENT!
Ok, so this pisses me off. This woman has issues. IT IS TWO FUCKING CANDLES. C-A-N-D-L-E-S. She displays two things that I have never been able to get trough my head:
1. “this store don’t have what I want? Then I want free stuff!” Like, literally DEMANDING something for free. I think it’s just rude and uncivilized.
2. “I’m gonna BOYCOTT this store because they didn’t do as I told them to!!!”. Lady, they apologized. Take that apology and CHERISH IT. You boycotting some candle store in a shithole town is probably not gonna do anything to harm the company. Don’t think that you complaining about the service in some far-out place is gonna make a difference.
I don’t get the american way of demanding customer service. When I try to find something and the shop don’t have it, I ask if they will be getting any more and if the answer is no, then boo-hoo, I won’t get my thing. I don’t go home making an angry rant about it.
I feel that this way of shopping is so fucking self-centered. The shop is, as she mentions, having some kind of sale, and I think that managing a sale is a bit more important than some woman’s need for CANDLES.
I don’t really know if I want to laugh or to cry.
silly silly little comic
Ladies, gentlemen, and other gentlepeople: my girlfriend’s ‘silly little comic’
Oh my fucking gods this is perfect
awwww i love dis
The Secret of Kells is such a gorgeous movie and I just can’t stop watching it
I went to a market today in midtown and met a girl who was selling her poems. You pick your topic and price and she writes you a poem on the spot. The girl before me traded her favorite drawing pen for a poem. I traded $3 for a poem about traveling.