the world to begin

Oh I so desperately need a haircut.
In the meantime, please take a gander at my donkey necklace and thank you.

Oh I so desperately need a haircut.

In the meantime, please take a gander at my donkey necklace and thank you.

I don’t care what you think, I love seeing everyone’s purse stuff. What’s in your bag?

I don’t care what you think, I love seeing everyone’s purse stuff. What’s in your bag?

lylaandblu:

Delicious Blood-Orange Sorbet (Which i’ve had!) via FJELLBY 

Oh, I can do this and I will.

lylaandblu:

Delicious Blood-Orange Sorbet (Which i’ve had!) via FJELLBY
 

Oh, I can do this and I will.

Neko Case in Country Living magazine

dancingvirginia:

pierrotsomepeople:

I want her kitchen. And living room couch. And her garden. And maybe I should move my piano into the kitchen. I like her reasoning behind having one in her kitchen.

And this is the best quote I’ve ever read from anyone, ever.

“When I’m desperately lonely and want to go home, I buy fabric online,” Case admits. “I don’t know how much sadder it gets. Some people turn to porn; I buy fabric on the Internet.” 

Oh my god her house is perfection

(via clickthefrog)

The real marriage of true minds is for any two people to possess a sense of humor or irony pitched in exactly the same key, so that their joint glances on any subject cross like interarching searchlights.

—Edith Wharton, from her autobiography (via turtalia)

(via sarahb)

lostandmound:

Lindsay Mound, Marilyn Monroe Moves to Williamsburg, digital collage, 2012 

lostandmound:

Lindsay Mound, Marilyn Monroe Moves to Williamsburg, digital collage, 2012 

An open letter to the very drunk young lady at Mystery Brewing on NYE 2012:

We could all see your entire bare ass, like, most of the early part of the evening. I thought you should know, because I bet your attentive boyfriend was all, “No honey, it wasn’t that bad! You were fine! Don’t be embarrassed! No one even noticed!”

Nope. In actual fact, you were a real mess and you made bit of a spectacle of yourself. You made me extremely glad I am not 22 anymore.

There is some amount of sympathy I feel for you.  Here it is, January 4th, and I’m still thinking about you. What if that guy was not your boyfriend, but an opportunistic stranger? What if you were not in fact drunk, but you have some sort of health issue that caused some sort of weird loss of all control type-episode at not even 10pm on New Year’s Eve? 

I guess I am just saying that it’s still a good idea to wear underwear, just in case. 

2012 must already be improving for you. We can only hope.

Kind regards,

L