inner dialogue between me and my new colleagues because i’m nervous about being judged:
me: “um ya, i painted my nails myself. before this morning i hadn’t actually left the house for over 56 hours.”
i guess it’s not really a dialogue. more a monologue.
i’ve never met any of my new colleagues.
UPDATE: PEOPLE WERE TOO BUSY TO PROVIDE GIVEABLE FUCKS ABOUT MY NAILS.
I am not defined by your ignorance
Every once in awhile I’ll find myself spiraling down the rabbit hole that is the internet. Usually it indulges some part of me I’ll never express myself but am glad other people are out there expressing the shit out of it (girls in DIY collars, homemade star wars collectibles, things made out of…
All of us in a race to be the most callous, stacking up boulders on the road that runs right into the center of ourselves. If we can’t send out anything that might help anyone, nothing will ever come up that road and hurt us.
A voice screaming on the other side of the rock-pile:
“You will never catch me caring, much less being cared about.”
If it’s true curiosity killed the cat, then I suggest we revere that cat as a sort of Christ-figure who died so that we may experience the glory of curiosity in all its bookstore-hopscotching endless-Wikipedia-loop-inspiring glory. Thanks, cat. Because of you I can buy records by the people who…
sometimes you just have to not.
In need of a great new handbag this Spring? Isn’t everyone? That’s why I’m giving away the incredibly chic Joni Hobo from my collection! Reblog this post for a chance to be entered to win.
Contest is open to US and International residents from February 27th-March 3rd.
Good Luck to all my fellow fashion obsessed! xoRZ
love love love yes yes yes.
TUMBLR EXCLUSIVES #whocares
Kristen Bell’s Sloth Meltdown
I just went from having no opinion about Kristen Bell to loving the shit out of Kristen Bell.
