danielle mary

Someone basically loses her shit every time there’s a lobster elastic in the immediate area. (Taken with instagram)

Nothing smells better in the morning. (Taken with instagram)

foodfuckery:

hot cocoa pancakes + valentine’s day

Recipe

esobvio:

O Guia by matheusquinan on Flickr.

the question is do I try making some coffee, or go straight to the PG tips stash?

I don’t know if I can handle either at the moment, to be honest, but caffeine withdrawal likely won’t help me feel better…

Sun. #febphotoaday (Taken with instagram)

wordsandturds:

i am being very serious. i sit here and write about my heart and my relationships with people, but i don’t understand any of it. you guys know me by now—i’m smart, and i value intimacy in all forms, and genuine human connection.

so why doesn’t everyone just do what they want to do and say exactly what they mean?

once i met this man on the internet and he asked me if i wanted to fuck that night. i said yes, so i went over. he was very tall and handsome and smart, and we had nice sex. and afterward, we laid in bed and he did what i now refer to as the “hold & scold” where, during cuddling, he told me (i think in earnest) that in his years of life experience, he just wanted to let me know that a young, smart girl like me, who loves love and people, should probably not sleep with anyone so immediately if she wanted to build something good and sustainable.

and i honestly could not tell which one of us was the idiot.

was it him—so certain that love and good could only grow in one way, and so dismissive of my method and desire? or was it me—so willing to put everything on the table that she loses appeal?

maybe it was both of us. or maybe it was neither, and it wouldn’t matter either way because doesn’t that spell out two parts that don’t fit?

if i am on a first date, and i am having a great time, and i want to have sex, why is there so much fight against doing what i think is right for myself? my ex identified as “a nice guy wrapped in an asshole shell,” but wouldn’t you rather be yourself completely? (turned out he was just layers and layers of douche-bag, but that’s not the point.)

i try to always be honest with other people about my desires and my fears. maybe that means i am shooting myself in the foot when i am looking for love. maybe that means that i am naive, or making a fool of myself. but at the end of the day, i am rarely weighed down with regret—and isn’t that the point?

maybe it’s not. maybe i’m missing something entirely and i won’t know what it is until i’ve found it.

<3

alexainslie:

“Proposition 8 serves no purpose, and has no effect, other than to lessen the status and human dignity of gay men and lesbians in California.” 

meatcereal:

Tumblr Crushes:

• finehamabounds
• elizabitchtaylor
• dujardins
• yoisthisracist
• yeshornberger
• grottu
• alexandrametalclown
• amplifieddamage
• greenstate

big surprise there

pouretrebelle:

The Frankenfont Project is a limited edition of Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein constructed using only characters and glyphs from PDF files over the internet. The book begins in a mix of Arial, Helvetica, and Times New Roman, and by the end is illegible with specialised typefaces and pictograms.

UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

My paternal grandmother and I were quite close, and when she passed away in 2001 my grandfather wanted me to have her sewing kit. Buttons. #febphotoaday (Taken with instagram)

meatcereal:

finehamabounds:

I opened a new text post up to spend some time bitching about this relationship I seem to be in, but have since realised that there isn’t any point.

why bother expending any energy on the subject when clearly I’m the only one doing so, right?

Why bother expending any energy on this at all?? You need to find a new dude, dude! One who like.. doesn’t bail on you constantly and act lame!! 

I posted that before we talked, hahahaha. I’m much calmer now, and a lot less annoyed.

Dinner, although it’s actually suppertime now! #febphotoaday (Taken with instagram)

I opened a new text post up to spend some time bitching about this relationship I seem to be in, but have since realised that there isn’t any point.

why bother expending any energy on the subject when clearly I’m the only one doing so, right?