Hello, my name is Alise, and I deal with random nights of insomnia nearly every week. I guess that doesn’t make them so random then, does it? Oh well.
After many sleepless nights spent Googling answers to why I couldn’t sleep and what this could mean and what exotic disease I may have (WebMD didn’t disappoint), I stumbled upon a link that suggested I try lavender-scented anything.
I did, and I’m…
I don’t understand why good bras are so expensive. Sigh.
This is a purely superficial post about how, now that spring has finally sprung in Missouri (along with seasonal allergies), everyone here is obsessed with flowers, blooms, and bright bright colors. Click pictures for links!
Don’t you love how they incorporated succulents into this bouquet?
Vogue cover, March 1967
I am of…
I JUST SPENT 2 HOURS OF MY LIFE TRYING TO FIGURE THIS OUT. OMG. MOST DIFFICULT THING I’VE EVER DONE.
I CAN’T FUCKING DO IT FUCK
let me reblog this again
AND YES! I FINISHED IT! :D
I CAN’T FUCKING DO THIS SHIT FUCK
I’M NEARLY FINISHED BITCHES
this is fucking addictive aksldjaklsdj I CAN’T
I did it! omfg! 25 minutes!
ah i forgot i had this in my likes
gonna play it! why not
fuck, over an hour
protip: don’t drink while playing that
Telling a young girl she can’t wear what she wants because it’s not appropriate encourages the idea that men’s reactions should dictate society’s norms, and that all women are meta-Eves, tempting and ensnaring men with our sultry-eyed gaze. My parents’ culture is steeped in patriarchy, in the philosophy of the one-step machismo machine, where there is just one kind of man, and two kinds of women: the angel and the whore. These limited ideas of masculinity breed men who want ownership of women.