sometimes life isn't a big bowl of fair trade organic ice cream...
In the game of foams you swim, or you drown.
if i don’t get to the catskills at least once this summer, i’ll just die.
“went to brunch for the first time in a while, and now i feel human again.”
—middleclassblues
grumpy friends that don't let friends date and dish
- me: can i tell you about my amazing date last night?
- grump: no. i'm not dating now, so you can't date. unless your date died at the end of the night, and then you can tell me about it.
- me: really? he didn't die. if i tell you about it, what will you do?
- grump: break your nose.
meeting for brunch before 11am?!
(Source: settimanadellamoda)
but didn’t you go to summer camp?
(Source: peterhinwood, via hormonesandhoney)
sandy relief
- hipster 1: i mean, i've done my part giving back after sandy. i had sex with that guy that had to leave his luxury apt downtown. he's living in a hotel. it's sooo tragic.
- hipster 2: i don't think that counts
- hipster 1: um, the hotel is in midtown, what's more tragic than that?
12 magic words
- Boy: I don't know if this condom will fit. Do you have magnums?
- Girl: hahahahahaha! Uhhhh... No.
i need to remember, that next time i’m on a date, and the guy says he realllyyyyy relates to scott pilgrim… i just need to end it right there.
(Source: delannyy)
