A collection of my thoughts

thedailywhat:

Best News Ever of the Day: Arrested Development creator Mitch Hurwitz revealed this week that the show’s 10-episode fourth season will be released ALL AT ONCE on Netflix Watch Instantly in 2013. Be sure to save a sick day for the occasion.

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True.

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thesneakylittleminx:

All Yours by prescience on Flickr.

fiona study this

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thedaddycomplex:

anniewerner:

interweber:

womanhouse:

omg the ovarian gang sign is CATCHING ON

SPREAD THE WORD

I’m in. 

REPRESENT.

The war on women in America (and make no mistake, that’s exactly what’s happening) has resulted in an OVARIAN GANG SIGN! Flash the sign and show your support for women’s rights. Also, pass this on… unless you hate freedom, then just continue to take a big ol’ shit on the Constitution or whatever you do with your time.

nefariousnewt:

Jesus with the save!

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pitchfork:

Fiona Apple’s new album— her first in seven years— is called The Idler Wheel is wiser than the Driver of the Screw, and Whipping Cords will serve you more than Ropes will ever do. The record is due in June.

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Truth within the Writing

Her confession:

“My sorrow I can by no writing express, nevertheless I trust your most benign nature will have some respect unto my youth, my ignorance, my frailness, my humble confession of my faults, and plain declaration of the same, referring me wholly unto…

The night before her execution, Katherine is believed to have spent many hours practising how to lay her head upon the block, which had been brought to her at her request.  She died with relative composure, but looked pale and terrified and required assistance to climb the scaffold.

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mothernaturenetwork:

Snickers is going on a diet
Mars Inc. says it will stop selling chocolate products with more than 250 calories in them by the end of next year.

shit better stock up

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chels:

thedailyfeed:

We sent an unsuspecting average dude from Brooklyn who had never been to a runway show before to 2 of them at New York Fashion Week. The results are … well, you’d better read for yourself. 

8:16 p.m. They don’t have a seat assignment for me, so a nice lady named Haley with an iPad and a headset puts me in G-2-29. I’m in the second row! Is that good or bad? I feel like it could be worse. There is a serious-looking fashion person next to me when I sit down. She says “Bonjour,” and I laugh, which is rude.

 8:18 p.m. Waiting, trying to look normal. I take notes in a notepad so people assume that I am an important and unsuspecting street-style blogger. I have not warmed up from the Moncler show yet. My legs are that type of cold where maybe I peed myself but there’s no way to be sure.

8:24 p.m. There is a beautiful and stylish mom across the runway. Her 6-year-old is a vision. He’s got messy blond hair and is wearing an ascot, blazer and striped socks. He’s eating a mozzarella stick, and he offers some to his mom. Where did he get those? Is he taunting me? He’s barely out of diapers, better dressed than me and in possession of mozzarella sticks. I’m a grown man and I should have those whenever I want. I hate him.

 8:27 p.m. The show starts. It is a genuinely thrilling live event! I try to nod and really pay attention to the clothes. “Hmm, yes, shoes.”

This is pretty entertaining, if only because I’m sure I’d feel just as weird and out of place at any of these shows as he does. Except, I’d probably have a coffee stain on my shirt and say the wrong thing to some famous shoe designer I had no idea was famous.