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Bonnie Wright

This is a pattern in which good equals male, and bad equals female. I call it the Lady Painter Syndrome because of a conversation I had about female painters with a male painter in 1960. “When she’s good,” he said, “we call her a painter; when she’s bad, we call her a lady painter.”

Posted at 5:02pm 12 notes #margaret atwood #this recording #girls versus boys

I could just eat you up. But I’m glad we have sauces today for those times.

Posted at 1:25pm #cannabalism #discovery.com #them bones them bones them dry bones

From One Cool Thing a Day.

Posted at 12:50pm

the grimace project→

I wish I could design my own face for this, or at least I wish I could pick a female face. Also, I wish I could poke its belly and hear it say “tee-hee” like the Pillsbury Dough Boy.

Posted at 8:39pm

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Seriously, I could just about hurt myself with this.

Posted at 8:34pm

Oh, internet, I missed you so much. Will you come over? We’ll eat mint chocolate chip and get frisky and then tomorrow we’ll wake and bake to get past the awkward phase. I promise not to leave you like this until next time.

Want some French toast? It’s so good we might head back to bed.

Posted at 8:24pm

petecampbellsbitchface:

jimmypage | likeadoll | vianegativa

Nothing like a Bedazzled keyhole neckline to give you that dowager look, eh, Trudy? Even Pete doesn’t want to look in there.

petecampbellsbitchface:

jimmypage | likeadoll | vianegativa

Nothing like a Bedazzled keyhole neckline to give you that dowager look, eh, Trudy? Even Pete doesn’t want to look in there.

Posted at 8:20pm #pete campbell #trudy campbell #allison brie #vincent kartheiser

slaughterhouse90210:

“We are dancing animals. How beautiful it is to get up and go out and do something. We are here on Earth to fart around. Don’t let anybody tell you any different.”
— Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country

Posted at 5:14pm 291 notes

oh, internet

I hate when I am busy and can’t play with you. And since I don’t get to watch Mad Men when the rest of the world does, I have to spend Mondays for the next thirteen weeks pretending you don’t exist because you are filled with spoilers, unavoidable candy-coated spoilers. It’s like we kissed at a party and now you’re fingerbanging my friend and even the thought of you makes me panic.

Posted at 7:01pm